[Verse 1]
Uh
I'm flying private through Cloud 9
Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein
Yeah, I'm yawin' I'm so tired of ballin'
Yeah, Only selling work to them workaholics
Got guns bigger than you nigga, I don't fuck with new
Niggas
I blue's your bitch ass hopes somebody give you rhythm
I got animal all in my flow
Take your shoes off at the door
Niggas feed these bitch's lies
Nigga don't food poison my ho
I buy my drugs for the low
Like a coupon on at the store
My nigga's like Kanye with that good
My nigga's like Lou Rawls with that blow
Niggas sayin they racked up
Don't let that Q-ball leave you broke
I know you want a pat on the back
But then those fools goin' see you choke
I saw yo' bitch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go
Boy I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves
You don't even know
Niggas be trippin' over these hoes
I done came too far to get close
I've been outchea gettin' bread
And I don't need you all in my loaf
If you stick your neck out there
I'll have my goons all at your throat
Niggas be lukewarm at the most
And when I'm through ballin' I coach
Shout out to my nigga Mac
Gettin' his boo on in that Ghost
I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it be on a
Tombstone if I wrote it
Tunechi
[Verse 2]
My kids already rich and they don't even know
These nigga's sayin' they playas, they ain't even scored
My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke
Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga
Uh
My cologne illegal in nine countries
I found a way like it was hiding from me
Yeah, my weed good, my sex better
Bitch, don't text me no love letters
I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob
Most of these hoes ain't got no job
And these niggas goin' buy em' everything
You goin' fuck around, and get the ho robbed
I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut
Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug
And tell them rats the AK go Rat-a-Tat, like snare drums
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
Dick harder than a armadilla'
MLK would be proud of me, cause I do this shit for all my
Niggas
Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions
If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot
Let me write this bitch a parking ticket
Ain't got time for love life
All I know is get paid
I'm high like Bonjour
Twisted like french braids
I got my own shoes, SLIME
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift
Man these nigga's been dead
[Verse 3]
Uh
I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her
Yeah
Don't fuck with these fuck nigga's, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah
Pass that weed to the next nigga
Blunt longer than a tongue twista
Hoes want this scud missile
Imma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi league, young sex pistol
New money, no wrinkles
I'm hard headed, Ocho
Dedication Cinco
Uh
[Outro]
What up 5?
Rocko fuck with me!
Yeah!
Future fuck with me!
Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift
Man these nigga's been dead
5!
