when i left i'm playing hockey
she see rarris & buggatis
i'm popping bottles in the vip
i'm taking all my goons to cali
i throw it all it follies
so we kick it like karate
bad bitch from switzerland
every time i'm on the phone we talking bout some money
i ship it across the country
the streets are concrete jungle play the game like it's jamungie
only buy rarris and gottis
takin over like the nazi's
i just got out the county
money old like bill cosby
when i make it rain it thunder
rapping bricks like it's a condom
don't even think about licks
slap a nigga with a stack
then i piss on that bitch
but i'm still buying cris
shawty wanna talk to off-set
bitch you ain't on the list
don't mix the lean with the sprite
drink my mud out the seil
all green diamonds on my neck
bought them on the day of christmas
and put you in the kitchen
now you dirty dancing boarding wippin washing dishes
i took yo main bitch and then i turned her to my mistress
pull up in audi pull up in rarri
the rich nigga of the century
it's going down in history
back then you ain't know me
now that sack make you remember me
tell the lord forgive tha sin in me