vice city

jay rock

big money

big booty bitches

man

that shit gon' be death of me

big problems

i must admit it

man

that shit gon' be death of me

i pray to a c-note

my mama gave up hope

i can't stand myself

i just bought a new coat

i might go broke

i can't stand myself

big money

big booty bitches

man

that shit. turn me up

sin city

sin city

sin city

sin city

big money

big booty bitches

tell the truth

nigga

i'm lost without it

7 figures for a headline

you want some stage time

we can talk about it

niggas actin' like they be rappin'

like nice on the mic

truly doubt it

go against the kid

y'all don't wanna live

that decision is hella childish

rose gold for my old hoes

they ain't satisfied then i sit 'em down

10th grade

i gave her all shade

but now she got some ass

i wanna hit it now

i don't lease

i just all out feast

i put a blue caprice on gary coleman

bomb head and some cheese eggs

that's a new raise and a signing bonus

fall in this bitch

like some good pussy

can't stand myself

so good

she so hood

she a cheesehead

patty melt

ged with some ebts

and some dvds

that shit was happening

she reel me in with some chicken wings

and some collard greens

that shit was brackin'

just cracked me a new bitch

bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey

my bitch get off at 9 o'clock

so i had to shake her 'round 7:30

105

i'm stomping fast

with these big guns

i'm hella dirty

get caught with this shit

i ain't comin' home 'til like 2030

i got big money

big booty bitches

man

that shit gon' be death of me

big problems

i must admit it

man

that shit gon' be death of me

big dreams

no superstition

man

that shit gon' be death of me

i pray to a c-note

my mama gave up hope

i can't stand myself

i just bought a new coat

i might go broke

i can't stand myself

i just might ban myself

i just might. god!

i'm focused feeling blessed

cause my eyes be the truth

i'm focused feeling blessed

cause my eyes be the truth

mental window blurry as a bitch

still lookin' out it

so much money off the fuckin' books

could write a book about it

took a minute

no

wait a minute. let me think about it

bout 10 years

crips

bloods

sweat and tears

and we still counting

had a real thick bitch named brooklyn

she fucked the whole squad

now every time i land in brooklyn

they fuck with the whole squad

i'm more spiritual than lyrical

i'm similar to eli. why?

cause i'm wearin' black shades

and i'm headed west with the word of god

i think i'm finally ready to talk about it

these niggas just talk about it

homie you don't play me for no fool

poppin' bottles like enemigos

ay dios mio

i'm so cold

get so deep in that water

water

they should call my johnson a harpoon

feed the needy

don't know graffiti

paint her walls like a cartoon

beat the pussy up so bad

send her home with some war wounds

loaded off the 'gnac

hit her from the back

goin' 'cross her head. bar stool

touch her soul 'til i curl her toes

then it's time to reload

then it's part two

damn near 30

still set trippin' cuz

where you're from

i'mma see about it

last year i made 10 million

that's where i've been yeah

a private island

smoking something

on autopilot

got too many cars

i might crash a whip

new 'rari pedal barely tapping

nigga

vroom-vroom

yeah i'm rich bitch

got two rollies but one missing

think my daughter flossing

she in kindergarten

got one crib worth two cribs

and my front lawn

yeah that's water fountain

you be talking boss

saying big words

like philosophies

man you weird homie

what it sounds to me that you broke as fuck

and your bitch gon' leave and that's real homie

a dashiki on

with a fedora on

and my round glasses

trying to fool the cops

i'm with you dot

on that sneak dissing

when you penny bitchin' nigga

shoot the fade

ugly nigga

but i'm fine as wine

did you check your time

i get good with age

shoot the nine like

fourth grade

black hippy droppin'

eyebrows raised

i'm focused feeling blessed

cause my eyes be the truth

i'm focused feeling blessed

cause my eyes be the truth

i got big money

big booty bitches

man

that shit gon' be death of me

big problems

i must admit it

man

that shit gon' be death of me

big dreams

no superstition

that shit gon' be the death of me

i pray to a c-note

my mama gave up hope

i can't stand myself

i just bought a new coat

i just might go broke

i can't stand myself

i just might damn myself

i just might. god!. god!