John Nash and Billie Jean Bitch I'ma I'm the hood Michael Jackson Rollie got these fingers Young Jimi Hendrix keep it Jimi for these bitches Rubbing on her kitty and she swerving in the Civic I'm much too worried bout the money fuck the critics (Huh?) I'm way too busy out here fucking up the city (Huh?) I just be talking, charging double for a rent I'm selling rap, these niggas still rap for I sell my raps for the same price as a prism Everything nice, need the ice very frigid Know I gotta get it, gotta get myself a ticket Rolling with my brothers, everyone know I'm with it Don't do relationships like I'm from (Ay, yeah) See I'm running up this cash call some dirty shit My grandma always told me life is what you make of it In a red brick mansion, bitch, I'm making bricks Got them dirty sticks, yeah, you know them bricks work They like, "Uno, damn how much is your bricks worth?" See, I get 'em on the fifteenth and the first (And the fucking first) Ay, and I might just charge fifteen for the verse If you really hurt, pussy nigga, call the nurse Ay, I keep that 9 on me that shit that urk ya jerk Make a little with the I might leave the nigga dead for the 31st She called me her baby like she birthed me Please come get your ho, she gon' urk me (Yeah) Can't be with this bitch, she gon' try to hurt me (Oh yeah) Ay, tell me why the fuck she so thirsty Damn, why she thirsty? Why is your ho thirsty? Swear to God she thirsty Why is this bitch thirsty? (Goddamn) Why she thirsty? Why is this bitch thirsty? I swear to God she thirsty Why is your ho thirsty? Damn That's it