money on my mind i can feel it in my cubicle
fuckin' 95 wasn't made for a cubicle
niggas know i'm raw-tuna roll
you know what it is kid ink up in this bitch
hear that errr smell the scent
one hit and leave a niggas nose twitchin he wished it would
what i'm smokin on i sware to god i'm floatin in a drift
all up in your hood like my niggas workin' crankin'
know that l.a. is the city but it look like we from asia
say i don't be in my city? who the fuck is you pholasin
it go peter picked them peppers nigga i just picked them hoes
swimin' in the money how i'm livin
i don't need a floaty cause i'm sittin' on a cloud
tell the world kiss my ass head up look at me now bitch!
stack on stack i'm rackin' em' in
sware that they ain't fuckin' with me talkin all that essence
niggas know i'm raw tuna roll
find me in the cut like i live there
i'm the man in this bitch you just tyler perry
see me throwin' money in the sky til' i'm outta air
sorry your honor but i had to kill em'
niggas think they hard but they softer than pillows
and i'm high off a pill in the buildin' like dealers
pissin' off the tenants give a fuck bout your feelings
smokin' on that loud pack
look like bombs over baghdad
even mobile phone to texts
i'm the realest on the at-list you can go and ask the masses
you ain't gotta go to outer space
you can see the stars baby
yeah these niggas know i'm raw
niggas know i'm raw tuna roll!