Can't dress me... Shot my stylist in the head, I got my own swag I got some niggas up the road just want they phone back I'm plugging all these money counters watch how quick we thumbin' Everyday a Wednesday, we won't see no Mondays Knew a nigga was hatin' back from the start. I ain't wanna believe it Give 'em a plate they still gon' bite the hand that feed 'em 10k in one day but he only bout sum pair of sneakers Stunt so hard, we'll probably wake up Evil Knievel It can make you happy, but I think that money gon' turn me evil Want a bag my nigga get to this rap money feed my people Sip too much lean, hope I don't fuck around and have a seizure We gon' bury this cash, now we gotta fuck around and use that VISA Prices on his head gon' knock 'em out because I'm on 24 hours on that block when I gotta show only time I'm gone Shot my stylist in the face, he tried to tell me what to put on Is it right to call them yo' homies even though they ain't comin' home Some niggas ain't never gon' see they kids again Young nigga on percs, he can't burn, he back smokin' cigs again Gon' post on that block make so much cap he don't gotta go to lids again Everybody eatin' ima fuck around and put my team in the freezer with me Frost game on Jesus, chain on deep freezer, yeah, this chain on [?] I ain't even want to laugh [?], now a nigga shootin' like Ariza Trynna balance this shit out no [?] She gon' bite my style like mosquitos We be chewin' them percs like doritos Dropped out, but I still wanna see notes When I get home, ima put you in a figure 4 Gave her head so long, bitch can't even fit her wig no more Ima buy you some more, bitch don't even like her tits no more We gon' get all this paper, tell them folks to go and print some more All this ice, they think my chain made out of heroine We want this cash here, don't make me fuck around and bag some Niggas say they love the hood, they get a little paper and don't give back none Missed call from Slim before he died who would've thought it'd be the last one