[Intro]Yeah, bitch say what's up, I said, uhNigga, flip a brickBitch ask me what's up, I said, uhPimp a bitchDiamonds in the woodgrain wheel, niggaNigga, Kane[Verse 1]Golden State the roster, my garage deepFloating in the foreign on massage seatsYeah, keep, keep designer on a broad feetI been water whippin' Earl Simmons, all my dawgs eat44 Bulldog, all my dawgs biteFlexin' AMG, pushin' redline through the red lightSpot a pussy boy with a red dot, bust a headshotThey got us in the scope, all this bread talk really fed talkYeah, nigga, fuck it, get your money onStill takin' calls on this money phoneEvery Sunday morning, I hit Maurice with the MoneyGramHe was major league, I'm pitchin' softball, underhandThese niggas don't understandThis ain't for soccer mamas, this for the undergroundNiggas was the shit last summer and now they numbers downRappers gettin' jacked for they jewels, I keep that tool with meI go Makaveli on Hugh's brothers, bitch, who the menace?[Interlude]Yeah, Kane, niggaAnd I was hittin' bitches, I'm talkin' 'boutI was hittin' R&B bitchesWhen a nigga was broke and shit, you know what I'm sayin', nigga?You know what I'm sayin'?Platinum bitches, you know what I mean?Bitches on the charts, you feel me? YeahYou know what I mean, not just really big bitches tryna get on, you know what I'm sayin'?Yeah, Kane Season[Verse 2]Yeah, nigga, fuck it, get your money onStill takin' calls on this money phone (Yo, what up?)Every Sunday morning, Keshia hit me with the MoneyGramTouchdown in the Chi and make that pussy do the money danceI should have a tux on in this bitch, me and money make holy matrimonyShot caller, put them shooters on you like D'AntoniTop dollar, lock me up and I make the bond, noBig baller, father, you my son like Lonzo (Bitch)Entertainer with a lot of trap contactsWe pushin' packs 'cause in this rap, it ain't no max contractsWith fifty on a nigga head, that's a trap contractAnd catch him with a car full and push they whole shit backSeats in the 600, push they whole shit backI flip a flow and do a show and get the whole clique racks, bitchWhippin' Earl Simmons, all my dawgs eatGolden State the roster, my garage deepFloating in the foreign on massage seats[Outro]Yeah, see, you gotta see, nigga, you know, you gotta understand (Yeah)I'm from Gary, niggas ain't used to no, no foreign cars, you know what I'm sayin'? (Fuck nigga)Like, I remember whenWhen that nigga Ced came through with theC, C230 or some shit, C or E class, some shitI'm like "Nigga? Get out that motherfuckin' auntie Benz, nigga"
