Aftermath

[Verse 1] Hey Lately I been on my fuckin' shit It's no competition who fuckin' with me This rap shit, I run it, I'm blowin' this money These fifties and hunnids ain't nothin' to me I want the royalty, I want the loyalty Puttin' up money for lawyer fees 'Cause I know me, man, I got a bad temper Put one these rap niggas right in a blender PnB: I'm who they'll always remember 'Cause I be killin' shit, I spit that realest shit 'Cause I done did this shit, I'm on that different shit Copyright all my shit, these niggas stealing shit I been feelin' like 2Pac and shit All eyes on me, yeah they watchin' shit Study my moves, tryna see what I know Like, "How the fuck he get so poppin' quick?" Got a lot of shit that's on my mind Got a lot of shit that's on my plate Gotta feed the fam, gotta feed the hood So I'm up and down that interstate Doing shows, havin' different meetings In the studio, I been barely sleepin' Smokin' all this dope, I been barely eatin' In a different city every fuckin' weekend [Verse 2] Hey I'm your favorite rapper's favorite rapper I go in the booth and make it happen It's amazing how this shit just happens Finesse the track without no fuckin' practice Lately I get in the booth and I cook up a hit I'm rollin', I really can't miss These bitches, they all on my dick 'cause they know that I'm 'bout to be rich I'm 'bout to be rich ('bout to be rich, hey) Blowin' money on stupid shit Me and my niggas strapped up in the rag top But we all on that ruthless shit Bitches, I'm pickin' and choosin' shit I'm hittin' bitches in twos and shit I swear my life on some movie shit 'Bout to call Chop up to shoot this shit, damn [Interlude] Hey Chop, get the mo'fuckin' camera ready, nigga. Let's make a mo'fuckin' movie, nigga. Movie time. Where my dope at nigga? I might get high, let's do this shit [Verse 3] Hey Cash rules everything around me So you know I keep that thing around me Real niggas, yeah, they stay around me Fuck niggas, stay the fuck from 'round me Hey, I'm 'bout to go to Miami Hey, cop a new lay for the Grammys Hey, I'm cashin' out with my family Hey, fuck you, you ain't with the family When I come through, better cuff your bitch 'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll fuck your bitch Sing to the pussy, do my thing to the pussy And we can get into some other shit Got guns, got clips, you ain't duckin' shit This for all the pussy niggas on that selfish shit Goddamn lil' homie, why you love the bitch? You gon' die for the pussy? Well, fuck it then Shot got the MAC with the rubber grip That mean it ain't no more rumblin' He gon' come through and start cuttin' shit Plus we got Kev in the cut and shit Damn!