Be quiet, bro, broYeah, this that shit here, manNigga gon' feel, brahYou know what I'm sayin', likeI'm on a whole 'nother one, manI'm so content with the person I amI can give a fuck about what you think about me, honestly, broHuh, as long as this Rollie tick, I'm good, manI got two bitches on call, no three-wayYou ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease sayFour, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-BayNo turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJNo disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJRun that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-DayFuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replayFuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replayNiggas are rollin' big, niggas are drama queenI be in between that money like I'm corn-beefRun it up and stack it, you makin' money backwardsI'm throwin' nothin' but Jackson, rip it out the plasticThese niggas actin', these niggas actorsHe ain't know his daddy, these niggas bastardsThese niggas hatin', these niggas leechin'Fuck that bitch and everybody know it when they see meEverybody know it, since I cut my hair I feel like everybody Quan, hahaFuck your feelin', everybody show 'emI don't care 'cause everybody know 'emThe best niggaI got two bitches on call, no three-wayYou ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease sayFour, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-BayNo turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJNo disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJRun that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-DayFuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replayFuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replayHundred choppers in the trunk, gas smellin' like a skunkSkinny jeans with a lump, some bankrolls, lil' niggaOffsets on my whip, yeah, you know I'm ridin'I ain't stuntin' that negative shit, so please don't kill my vibeI don't know what it's gone for one of y'all niggas understandThey feelin' some type of way, when I walked in like the manI stuck to the strips, stayed down 'cause I had a planI never let my left hand know what my right hand doin'I'm for real, these niggas are underestimatin' greatnessI'm for real, these niggas could never kill or never take it from meAll about that moneyIf it ain't 'bout money then it ain't 'bout nothin', lil' niggaBut I'm blowin' my money to keep these stacks cleanKillin' these niggas like I'm vaccineYou not Mad Max from choppers, you a MaxineNaw naw, you a crack fiend, mom dukes my black queenI just wanna stack this money up highI just wanna stack this money up highTalkin' so high, I feel like I can flyI'm talkin' so high, I feel like I can flyI got two bitches on call, no three-wayYou ain't cashed out, nigga, yeah, that's what the lease sayFour, five bitches walkin' with me all from Pre-BayNo turntable, scratch that pussy like a DJNo disrespect to Mannie Fre' but go DJRun that check up, a lotta niggas fled, D-DayFuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replayFuck her two times, every mornin' that's a replayYeah, that's a replay, yeah, that's a replayFuck her two times, yeah, that's a replay
