Uh, nigga, I been gettin' money since a motherfuckin' lil' one (Yeah) Say he gon' do somethin' to me, I told him, "That's a good one" I bait one of these niggas in, play stupid just to cook him And made so many M's, I put the proof up in the pudding, nigga (Firzt back like he left or somethin') Speakin' of the pudding, nigga, go and get the cake Say you gettin' hungry, better go and get a plate (Woo) Playin' out of town, got the Glock out the lock box Tell the black truck, tell me, "Go and get a steak" I don't got friends, I'ma kick it by myself I'ma lock in 'fore a nigga gotta help It's hard for me to trip 'bout a bitch 'cause I'm player Baby stepdaddy, I be givin' out the belt Before I put a dress and some makeup on for the label You can tell them crackers put me on the shelf I was on the North with a pole, tryna put this shit together You would probably think a nigga was a elf Ridin' in a bulletproof truck, I be wantin' 'em to shoot So I can play dead, hop out and kill 'em Side hoes mad 'cause I'm not tryna hit 'em Cover up my ears, I am not tryna hear 'em If it ain't my money, it ain't my business Them y'all hoes, them not my bitches (Mm) I'm too smooth, I can't block my pimpin' Doin' the speed limit, ridin' through Hickory He tryna get a half of Plus, I got the call that the nigga tryna stick me (I got 'em) But I don't mind demonstratin' for some straightenin' To get my point across clearly (Clearly) I know I'm two stacks from a million, but I'm still pushin' bills clearly (Yup) I need me a bitch like Griselda, run the ex numbers like Matilda (Ooh) I don't mind cookin' up the shape, I don't hang with niggas 'cause they fake (Cold) I know you got a gun, but you bitch made, you ain't never bust a grape Bulletproof, I pull up like a tank, never seen these niggas at the bank Get up off the bench, get in the paint, gotta double seal it 'cause it stank I ain't tryna talk like other niggas, bitch, I'm from the city, I'm a blank Restaurant, I'm in there with a Drac', electric car, that shit don't even crank I'm ridin' Forgis, not no donuts, I leave the dealership doin' donuts I keep it on me, I'm not no loaner, for any nigga that run up on us I put you six feet just like corona, we fresh street like we cook my Kroger's When I hit the kitchen, I just pop my shoulder, but you wasn't tryna hear it when I told you Nigga, I been gettin' money since a motherfuckin' lil' one (I been gettin' this shit, good) Say he gon' do somethin' to me, I told him, "That's a good one" (You lyin') I bait one of these niggas in, play stupid just to cook him And made so many M's, I put the proof up in the pudding, nigga