fuck! flush it down the drain
paid a ticket for your brain
bad ninjas like bruce wayne
my bitches is draped up in nothing but fendi
this life that i'm living
i don't need a label i am independent
got 100 racks in my bookbag
put 100 racks in your bitch ass
kourtney money got that clean coke game
i break the pot every time i whip the dope
you little niggas still like soap on a rope
saddam hussain couldn't drop the bombs that i had
got your block sold up nigga from a to z
when they want to wake up
i know who they come and see
orange and black tiger striped shirt
feds taking pictures and i see you camera watching
little goons with the uzi on the kawasaki
italians at the round table
if you bought a batch from me you know that you a dummy
tip the pot i bet it turns gold
93 gas yeah you better hold your nose
all my niggas bout my bulls