judge mathis

through the lights

cameras

the action

glammers

glitters

and gold

so much money that my paper won't fold

shooting game at these hoes

like i'm bishop

magic

done one

out in hong kong

eating stuffed wontons

with this dumb blonde

east side

that's where i come from

doctor lecter

bitch

i move effortless

actavis in my beverage

i murder beats like a terrorist

get a therapist

this mac'll make a pussy nigga do a pirouette

standing on top of pyramids

watching these snakes slither quick

my bitch could make her pussy toke a couple cigarettes

i bet i be more than nigga rich

gun powder in my pits

kibbles and bits

the champagne fizzles a bit

mister benton

i'm invisible bitch

keep an icepick to chisel a prick

she discovered my discography

she listens to rittz

i gave her a couple hits and now she's licking my dick

yeah

smooth as a gator on a block of ice

tough guys get chop chopped with a pocket knife

i'm on the grind tryna get these fucking pockets right

helicopters hover the block at night

crack head

stuck to lucifer's noose

another warm saturday

i take the roof off the coupe

i'm drinking again

i guess i mixed the juice and the goose

i cum in your bitch's hair

she say she use it as mousse

watching judge mathis

flicking ashes on these nigga's fabric

riding with a dime piece in a vintage maverick

i just copped a time machine

and a new bugatti

just cause they dress like faggots

they ain't illuminati

bitch

yea

ya'll pussy ass niggas sleeping on the god

man

you know what i'm saying?

when a nigga start goddamn shinning

do-don't act like you know me then

nigga

you know what i'm saying? go put your god damn shoes in the freezer

bitch

'cos you walking on motherfucking thin ice

nigga

jarren benton

ya'll niggas ain't fucking with the kid

bitch

let's go

a drug dealer's dream

cup filled with lean

stuffed to the seams

green

power time

all i see is dollar signs

you get out of line

take you out your olive nines

fuck

ocean view in the hands

tell the bitch cook something

throw some food in the pan

then i send her home with the scent of my dick

i'm a beast

i'm a dog

get the vet when i'm sick

shit

i'm too fat to fit in the panamera

strappers lit

these rappers bitching

they ran in terror

from the attic era

'matic in the hammer bearer

smash your

rub my baby batter in like aloe vera

bet she told you she ain't like fat guys

'till i got her that high

plug like a flash drive

crushed in a cab ride

fuck

let the cash fly

king shit

getting sucked

eating pad thai

murder for the chips again

burn 'em for the dividends

tailor made ostrich

birkin for my women friends

uh

i got monetary obsessions

got to carry a weapon

they plot on my very essence

uh

i'm from the bottom and i'm glad we are

you know straight honda civics

no caddy cars

i turned a stogey to a grand daddy 'gar

and now it's all about the xanny bars and caviar

rappers talk suspicious

like they bought some viscous

boy how you the weight man? you washing dishes

how many rappers really get it 'fore they get in

my yellow gold cuban make these rappers tuck they shit in

bitch