staxxx in my jeans
phantom up in my garage
my pockets look like rerun
your pockets look like rodg. it's the same story
a nigga rich
i'm on some nigga shit
and you're nigga bitch!
you better check 'em
tell 'em i'm off the chain
i buck and bang
homie that's only game
oh i ain't got a problem
you see me get the staxxx
you see i bought the phantom
24's don't come with that
i've been around the world
check gripping every state
you bitch don't like me
she fake
so people might call it hate
but i don't give a damn
a boss's life is how i make that bread
toss the mic and i'll still be richer than rich and have you bitch make my bed
my pockets fat as shit
you niggas mad as shit
fuck neither warner bro's
i'm on some gladys shit
many have tried and failed
shit i'm out on bail
i make more cheese than your old man and he went to yale
shit i went to jail
you can go to hell
you got some shit to tell
i got some shit to sell. i got staxxx in my jeans phantom up in my garage
i got staxxx in my jeans phantom up in my garage
i got staxxx in my jeans phantom up in my garage
my pockets look like rerun
your pockets look like rodg. candy paint dripping
look at all them bags
i had to show and brag
'cause being broke's a drag
i gotta get this paper
my kids they gotta eat!
we got a lot of heat
just case them dollars
cease
been out for balling
shot calling and i make that change
and i don't want the range
chop that spray on things
that's how gangsters do it
we get our green and bricks
we put our green in blunts
you spend your green on chicks
i'm on some player shit
dynasty straight lakers shit
cook it up on some baker shit
and chop it up on some paper bitch!
i got my mind right
and my money right
if you ain't in the game for the money
you the funny type
and i'm laughing my ass off
phantom with the mask off
legal
so they hating when i gas off
you know how snoopy does it
phantom
don't bitch touch it
one hundred thousand a show
i'm getting dough like fuck!
look how that flag hanging
gangbanging i ain't no punk
maintain till that thing came out the truck
make that k go pop pop pop!
i'm about my bidness boy
making money never been so smooth
you bitch you're about to lose
'cause she's about to choose!
and that's the way it goes
s n double o
you want that quiet type
i want that trouble ho!
now go get paper girl
yeah
i meant for real
one time i told a bitch not to come back till she got two thousand dollars in two dollar bills!
that's cold game
a ho thing
i'm high as soul plane
i smoked the whole thing
you know how daddy do it
i'm true to it
i take a cocaine
bew it then put some blue to it!
that's some gangster shit
these hoes love this gangster dick
khaki's and some gangster kicks
yeah
bitch
that's my gangster fit
i'm balling boy
and you ain't got to ask
she all about this pimping
i'm all about this cash