If you talk bout the gang we gon give you your flowers
My money tall like the damn Eiffel Tower
And that choppa gon shoot give that lil boy a shower
He got hit with them bullets cause he was a coward
And he on TV like HBO like it's Power
You get money per month while I get it per hour
You think that shit is sweet nah bitch this shit is sour
Not no Billie Jean, but my jeans really Amiri
Killed a stud so I hope that she hold that boy dearly
Shooter sent her a letter they said, "We sincerеly apologize, for killin' yo mans"
Now he dead in thе ground laying right next to plants
Damn, them FMJ rounds hit that boy made him dance
Louis V belt on me don't sag my pants
Might go on a world tour, might go to France
This n*ggas wan' be me but hate cause they can't
And I got some sons wanna be me the father
Check up on my exes like I am a doctor
Got private everything, up in helicopters
I know people watching me like they some proctors
Drive-by shooting hit that boy matha
Yeah I'm childish, bitch I'm like a toddler
Pants up on me bitch you know that they Prada
Don't want yo girl, but if I need it I got her
Huh, don't care what you say, .40 on me bitch I didn't come to play
I do the lil race like my name is Tay-K
I hop in that white whip like my name O.J
And they think that I'm playing but I did not come to play
Bitch get out my crib you over stayed
I been stacking my money up in my safe
Know I bank with America, this isn't Chase
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