holiday season. i talked to god like i'm about to die
i think of malik and i start to cry
they paid no attention
was walking by
outside looking for smokers to start they high
it was 7 am in my auntie building
my man just got low
he a wanted killer
you won't put in no work but you want a million?
disrespect on the dirt
now we on a mission
i got no pics on kairi
new glock 9 on my hip
you get clipped if you reachin'
make the bartender send you a shot or some bleach
we gon' make you go viral
you cry like tyrese
you say my name on a single
my niggas gon' lean you
we'll be at your album release
jay might pick me up
we just got him a jeep
dre mac called me my phone
said he got him some freaks
if i ain't in dolce gabanna
they bite like piranhas
i probably versace my teeth
send threats on the net but be hiding from me
i play soho that's why this designer on me
middle of the projects momma dying on me
you want dust
i can pull up with gallons on me
this ain't smack dvd
ain't no battling me
'lik and mugga forever
they tatted on me
i got a bitch
came from russia
don't understand her when i fuck her
gon' spend all the money
i rush every hour
chris tucker
i'm balling on 'em like the rucker
we laughing it's funny
i beat it like i'm dj mustard
i got your bitch all through the gutter
i just told her bust it
we got them sticks on us in public
i cannot kick it for nothing
might fuck up your budget
i got a bitch you can't touch
can't understand her when i fuck her
gon' spend all the money
i rush every hour
chris tucker
i'm balling on 'em like the rucker
we laughing it's funny
i beat it like i'm dj mustard
i got your bitch all through the gutter
i just told her bust it
we got them sticks on us in public
i cannot kick it for nothing
might fuck up your budget
drum on me
don't play percussion
fuck her so good
she be cussing
you got low with a onion
i got this shit out the dungeon
i don't owe nobody nothing
this pistol is russian
matter of fact
this bitch is german
couldn't get nothin' from niggas
shit
i had to earn it
i got some gelato
let's burn it
gun on me with no license
i don't got no permit
money
got it straight
look like i permed it
fuck the da
i don't care about the verdict
nigga violate
most likely got murdered
she ain't tryna fuck
most likely i curved it
she let me hit it
couldn't understand her
she ain't wanna job
she just wanna scam
i'm really from the trenches working on my manners
versace pajamas
i just bought some hammers
one day
they keep taking pictures
so we took his camera
getting shot
pray to god i try to call your grandma
afterparty at the crib
left with all the dancers
poise spread
gotta get rid of all the cancer
never thought about a sale
taking all of them chances
now
the label want a tape
i get all of them advances
shoot at them red bottoms
i got all of them dancing
money make me look good
now they calling me handsome
i got a bitch
came from russia
don't understand her when i fuck her
gon' spend all the money
i rush every hour
chris tucker
i'm balling on 'em like the rucker
we laughing it's funny
i beat it like i'm dj mustard
i got your bitch all through the gutter
i just told her bust it
we got them sticks on us in public
i cannot kick it for nothing
might fuck up your budget