1 Thing

[Verse]

I’d rather get diabetes than die a bitch

Niggas woofin’ online, at least I’m dyin’ rich

I was plottin’ on this shit since Windows Vista

Real millionaire, I still gotta tote my pistol

The steppas never come outside when they hear that whistle

I pull up in a soft top like warm brush bristles

Too much drank, unfortunately I had missed the breakfast

I wanted to hit Alexis, so I bought her mom a Lexus

Can’t no bitch hit my cup, do that make me a sexist?

Can’t no nigga hit my cup, I ain’t sharin’ period

I told ‘em folks I was the one, I don’t think they took me serious

I raise my voicе in case the folks in the back did not hеar it

But nigga, stop playin’ wit my name, they used to make me fear us

I got these hoes delirious, this pimpin’ got me tears

I’m Scotty Pippen in my bones, can’t no one fuck my wife

Me, on the other hand, I’m in his house, deep in the night

I’m paid in full, tell ‘em over jewel, I’m Michael Pfeif’

Yeah, I’m livin’ my life, free my dawgie out that rice

I coulda told him how I feel but it wasn’t nun nice

I booby-trapped out G6, turn Miami nights

Don’t ask me ‘bout no damn advice, I won’t steer you right

Don’t ask for money when it’s rainin’, it will get sunny

I had dat bitch by her ears like a PlayBoy Bunny

Two turrets ‘bout this shit, just life, like the game Jumanji

I had to tie a rope in that pussy, ain’t use no bungee

Ain’t never owe nobody nothin’

‘cept the IRS

Certified GIA’s come behind my flesh

Don’t care if I’m a billionaire, dawg, I will not rest