Uh, pussy, *** all these niggas, yeah Yo, we havin' this *** too, nigga, uh Yeah, y'all niggas havin' this money and ***, y'all know what I'm talkin' about? Yeah, for real Brown, paper, bags Cash, smashin' your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad Grabbin' the bitch when she ***in', you goin' out sad I had a dream in the pool, I was swimmin' through cash Guess your main bitch, I was ***in' her first Go *** that Margiela's right there with the first Blessin' on purpose, pressin' on purpose These bitches went missin' when I was just hurtin' I put your bitch in the Xan and put her on Perkins It was a part of the plan, get millions, it's workin' I'm about to sign your bitch, let me remind your bitch I am a walkin' lick, but I am with the ***s Click, click, click, click, shoot and I sprung my wrist Money is over a bitch, go to the mall in a Bentley Money is bigger than Winfrey's Sippin' code ain't not our simplest I do not *** with the enemy Thirty thousand to the Denny's Drums, thirty extensions We bring em' when we hunt a business We ***in' these thongs for fitness Bankrolls are large, you feel me? I'ma go get me a bag They gon' be bitter and mad They already know it's a fad Go to the show with a gag Brown, paper, bags Cash, smashin' your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad Grappin' the bitch when she ***in', you goin' out sad I had a dream in the pool, I was swimmin' through cash Guess your man bitch, I was ***in' her first Go *** that Margiela's right there with the first Blessin' on purpose, blessin' on purpose These bitches went missin' when I was just hurtin' I put your bitch in the Xan and put her on Perkins This was a part of the plan, get millions, it's workin' I put your bitch on Henny, a Henny and Coca You sayin' your wrist is rockin', well, I got some boulders Ice on my neck, cold shoulder You talkin' bout modern day rap, but don't know the culture 50 bands in the motor, 12 can't pull me over Snowball think it's Polar, hotline Motorola Fancy bitches, go get the bag, the baddest bitches Age of 23, I was in the magazine, the fourth edition Brown, paper, bags When you get it, make sure you count your racks Brown, paper, bags Smashin' your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad Bluffin' the bitch when she ***in', you goin' out sad I had a drum in the pool, I was swimmin' through cash That's your man, bitch, I was ***in' up first Go *** that Margiela's right there with the first Blessin' on purpose, blessin' on purpose These bitches went missin' when I was just hurtin' I put your bitch in the Xan and put her on Perkins This was a part of the plan, get millions, it's workin' Brown, paper, bag, wide, full of cash Pop a Rossi, flash, Jilla, Demi, glass Never looked back in my past, sip slow and live fast I ended up in first place, but I swore a nigga started last I was born independent, but a nigga knew I had to get it back I was raised by my mama, so a nigga never really had a dad Remember that lil' B had hit, broken and we fightin' stash 20K right by the stand, put up in a brown, paper bag That wasn't part of the plan, had to take out the tape from the count No evidence on who I am, cause I can't afford to get jammed Cuffin' bitches on spam, all my bitches, yeah, I sham *** em', but you gotta pay em', pay up, break the radar with the fam