Billie Jean

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