this year i'm pulling up on niggas boy
i just hopped out in a fisker
well i'm just getting rich
these stones cost the salary of a pitcher
since skypager i been getting paper
ronald my feet in all flavors
with a bad chick from barbados
she thick like she putting sugar in the mashed potatoes
rolling cookies from the coast getting elevated
oh well they just mad i made it
i be smoking so much all these ashes fill their urn
i'm still spinning from '09 this rapping a goldmine
i'm running through the goal line
my day ones protect me like the denver broncos o-line
quarterback and calling shots
how he black and call the cops
i used to be a hard top fanatic until i copped a drop
threw ds on that boy and got rid of all the stocks
all these air ones in my closet you'd think i had nike stocks
car boomin' like a stick of dynamite
setting shit off these other bitches ain't rhyming right
i just hopped out in a fisker
well i'm just getting rich
these stones cost the salary of a pitcher
i just hopped out in a fisker
well i'm just getting rich
these stones cost the salary of a pitcher
this year i'm pulling up on niggas boy