Why you gonna slide If you ain't gonna fuck I pull up to the party And they all gonna duck You don't want heat with us Making money so meticulous Five years in the game And I've just begun Fuck fame Better run me my funds Turn a hating-ass motherfucker into dust And you dress like a bum Get your money up I said one Nothing's wrong with me Two Nothing's wrong with me Three Bitches in the back seat Four Play is all I need Billy, come through Stunting with a pound of weed Smoke Come shop with me It's been a good-ass year And it's only March Hating ass smoking on delta carts It's Billy Give dick to a bitch And she look like Marge Simpson I'll turn your shirt crimson Billy, play a bitch like a Gibson Guitar My bars Come from a spaceship on Mars I'm feeling like the man Fuck a bad bitch in her van Gimme them yams, baby Gimme them yams Top ten humans on earth Shorty told me that I got girth She don't want you You're a nerd I'm clean, no germs I'm a man of my words Put a verse in a hearse Put a verse in a motherfucking hearse I'm a comma comma comma comma comma chameleon Billy, hit it once Now she all in her feelings I won't stop until the money stacked to the ceiling And it's only the beginning Billy