why they want me dead? that's cold
how they love me when my money get slow? that's cold
how we lose so many loads on the road? that's cold
all these diamonds on my neck in gold
all these bitches we fuck on the road
vvs's with the white gold
tryna fly home with my eyes closed
got big guns up in the club
got an ice chest where my heart was
blue bag full of dark bud
we road trippin and still drippin
old school with the ceiling missing
that gin shot got me feeling different
they just pay me different
in a big pool with 80 women
mustang with the gold smoke
big spot where my strane growin
know my x bitch gon stay hoein
big bern got a new wave goin
why they want me dead? that's cold
how they love me when my money get slow? that's cold
how we lose so many loads on the road? that's cold
all these diamonds on my neck in gold
all these bitches we fuck on the road
you find out who really down for you
all my niggas hold me down
said they couldn't see the vision
but i bet they can see it now
takes a mission to be around
every other week i'm in the clouds
i'm that nigga that you read about
doin the best that you can
all your friends call me wiz
said she tired of that lame nigga
i can't describe the feeling
i'm countin up them millions
with all my niggas i started with
they don't make 'm like this
why they want me dead? that's cold
how they love me when my money get slow? that's cold
how we lose so many loads on the road? that's cold
all these diamonds on my neck in gold
all these bitches we fuck on the road