call me the big head honcho
i know some migos that trap out the barrio
but you know i'm not wifing her
in the trap with big glee
shit's fat like an eggroll
fuck her so hard that i broke the bitch backbone
you wouldn't be there if the money was gone
ballin' on niggas like karl malone
crown on my face 'cause i sit on the throne
ape with a stick yeah i feel like king kong
fucking your bitch she was playing my song
these niggas mad 'cause my money got long
can't smoke on no regular
can't fuck on that bitch 'cause she lookin' too regular
i'm tryna fit her somewhere in my schedule
but her friend looking better though
one in the head i call that shit the antidote
these niggas look up to me like the pope
slime in the cut and he clenchin' on scopes
'member them days i was servin' them o's
now i look at my wrist and that shit look too cold
i did some dirt that don't nobody know
the code that i live by is m.o.e
if you don't know; that's money over everything
she bringin' a wedding ring
had to switch to some better things
walk inside niemann i bought me like everything
'member them days where i couldn't buy anything
now i look up and this shit not the same
me and g cal we gon' swerve in a range
i can't fuck with no plain
run to the money i feel like usain
he act like he know me but that nigga strange
i can teach you some game
i look like a lick but i ain't no damn stain
i'ma call it that stainless
bitch giving head to that stupid bitch
when i fuck on your bitch you can hear my chains danglin'