supa

smokin seven grams of og kush

that's a supa gar

pull up on a block in a drop top

that's a supa car

all this ice around my neck and wrist

bitch i'm a supa star

fuck the talkin

i just want my bags no matter who you are

nobody go get me

i had to go get it myself

she callin me daddy

she tell me i fuck her the best

my daughter my world

i swear that i love her to death

fresh out the mud

the dirty but fly nigga jet

smokin that good in my neck of the woods

them niggas be ducking the fuzz

see ya tomorrow

i'm gon' get that money

so leave the key under the rug

cool with them niggas who cool with some niggas who get the gun up in the club

we all in the lobby

she want me to rock her

but sorry no glove

no love

talkin that money talk

i learned it from julio

they tell us that life a strip so play ya movie role

i'm feeling like b.i.g. inside the coogi store

neva get too involved

them hoes they do the most

smokin seven grams of og kush

that's a supa gar

pull up on a block in a drop top

that's a supa car

all this ice around my neck and wrist

bitch i'm a supa star

fuck the talkin

i just want my bags no matter who you are

blue rocks in my super villain tang

that's a supa chain

stuntin on em every day

super dave

jackie chang

wrist do magic

david blaine

smellin like a pound on planes

you still broke

that's just lame

getting bags

that's my lane

super villain

you know my name

killin it

winnin it

all in this game

nigga talk shit

i don't hear what they sayin

i'm serious about money

while you just be playin

countin up racks all in the am

packs come in

we don't even weigh em

push em out when it's a drought

i'm a boss

so watch ya mouth

loose lips sink ships everyday

around my way watch what you say

you buyin

i'm sellin like it's ebay

trademark back like a replay

making moves on the freeway

come up short

ain't no leeway

know niggas who shoot

no cj

name in rotation

no dj

nigga

smokin seven grams of og kush

that's a supa gar

pull up on a block in a drop top

that's a supa car

all this ice around my neck and wrist

bitch i'm a supa star

fuck the talkin

i just want my bags no matter who you are

my car costs a house

my house like a mall

my watch a new freezer

i'm too cold for y'all

wake up

turn some music on

smoke a zip this morn'

pancakes with the syrup pourin'

breakfast is the most important

private chef on the tour buses when we tourin

ballin and not keepin score cause i don't care no more

spent ya havings in the jewelry store

you cannot afford what that outside i parked on your lawn

that's that rolls royce dawn

seeing double but ain't nothing wrong

i go two of them cars

i been papered since '07 homie

i don't fuck with gauze

forty-one millimeter diamond bezel not a flaw

pull up in ferrari

scratch off on the law

aggravated with your broad

i'm fin to drop her off

smokin seven grams of og kush

that's a supa gar

pull up on a block in a drop top

that's a supa car

all this ice around my neck and wrist

bitch i'm a supa star

fuck the talkin

i just want my bags no matter who you are