b-boyz

birdman

talk about it

make 'em talk about

life to me is currency

prosperity

i got it

and your life to me is lifeless

like its livin' on life support

i license everything in my wallet

lightest boy with the biggest heart

nigga play your part or parallel park your ego

next to me and violence

next to me is definitely no one

i'm one of one

and i musta won that from anybody who had it

or better yet forgot it

mack in the back of a 'lac

with a mac in the back of the 'lac

with a latch on the back of the trunk

hit a punk in the back with a pump

in the back

'till he's off balance

and i'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent

and i'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop

wanna cop anybody's allowance

iraq on the block

he watch for the block or whatever

and cut

no cut

more guns

more guts

fuck boy

you fucked up twice

you fuck

consider you drownin'

die in a lake with a date with a catfish

back flip head first smilin'

c-cry in the face of jesus

we just pray we keep on stylin'

on you bitches

tde

ymcmb business

bitch

okay nigga riding in a may-be

and i'm probably with baby

dont talk nigga fuck you pay me

intercept your bitch like bailey

okay big money on this side

100 grand for the whip my bitch drive

need a new save money getting too high

dead presidents all in my levis

boy i swear this nigga be swagging

and i'm living lavish

might cop me an aston

martin on 'em

anything i drive i own 'em

bad bitch and that ass ain't normal

gotta put that pound game on her

beat it up she deep in a coma

i'm super paid

2 shows a day

my rollie gold

no time to waste

what it do berg

my fuckin' brother

keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma

hot as the summer

cold as the winter

stay on them charts

i heard that they plotting my timber

young nigga

got a lot of flows

any nigga don't believe me

i make it look easy easy out of control

box full of choppers

hand on the trigger

uptown gangsta

get it how we get it

third ward soldier

suicide rider

militant minded

hundred mill on the counter

hand pearly rug nigga

flame on the bugatti

christian louboutin

chanel for my models

higher than bugatti nigga

fishing on the fish scales

nose diving for them hundreds

strapped up making mail

fr-fresher than i been before

higher than we even been

shining on them 24's

junior doing time ho

on the grind ho

while he doing time ho

ya know!

the time is money and money still was made baby

eight months ain't stop nothing nigga

it's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home

ya understand

i'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers

that's why when the babies grow up damn they be like us

i came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers

man i'm so happy my lil' brother came home from rikers

shout out to bp

thugga

flow and fail boy

my flow lucifer

i spit hell boy

my heart numb

ain't no pain i can't withstand

and i hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand

get off my nuts

stop acting like a bitch fam

lil' nigga finish puberty

grow ya own dick damn

i went from watching time fly on earl and red porch

to cruising through the streets of miami in a red porsche

me and stunna fly

we should join the air force

stand up niggas

the fuck you brought them chairs for?

i went from making money from people with crack habits

to thanking god i'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket

amen