Neck and wrist water, but a pool I never dined in Put the dick on the playa, tell her to dine in Brand new Ferra car, 10,000, came out the wild Brand new coupe car, 300, my 300 And I just have a 300, 300 Big drip, jump kick it, just like three pointers Big clip, come shoot it, just like three pointers I got a whole stack for the Iranians Hit my belt, cause I have a rack, tell him eat that up 20 hoes in my bachelor pad, tryna eat me up My lil' bro a lil' massive pack, cause he bleedin' up And my lil' cousin go crazy, crazy, he crippin' Baby choppa do major favors, it's flippin' Damon Wayne and no major pain and no kickin' pimp Long way from the Roman noodles, I'm steak and shrimp Put that money on your medulla if you play me S*** around and drown yourself, tryna go save it Trap, but L.A. ain't even got these flavors Plugged in, Garcia, I caught him out in Vegas Stealth, Ferrari, no KD, ain't no trading This song, I'ma throw my heart at you Yeah, God got me Popped in a snitch, come in and had my heart achin' Better get you a wrist shot before you stall, baby Should've known these people fawnin' from the start, y'all Should've known the Oak wouldn't hold me down at all, y'all They would try to put weight on me to slow me down, no Knew I was gon' win anyway, cause I'm God's child Broke, but they got a pen, they outta line Fake jewelry, they roll it broke, they outta time Yo' f***s are tight, they go outta town without a dime Them n****s blind, they talkin' down when you're not around Fresh out the trenches, I'm goin', ayy, I'm Willie Ben My mama told me, you put your mind to it, you can bend My daddy told me if I could dream it, I could really do it And everything ain't what it seems if you really knew it And if you think you gon' regret it, then you shouldn't do it And if you didn't wanna bet it, then you shouldn't have blew it Hard times, I can't forget them, cause I went through them Phone ringin' about that money, I'ma sprint to it Doin' what I do best, ignoring the rest Let a rhyme hang low from the bottom, that's it Number one, not number two, so I dare you to test Black cars and black suits, I'ma lay you the rest In high number, rich jewels, they handle the case A hundred racks I spend on jewels, I shine every day Twenty thousand dollars just on shoes, got me walkin' this way Two hundred dollars and all in blues, I'm stackin' these cakes This song, I'ma throw my heart at you Yeah, go again Pop a snitch, give me the head, my heart achin' Better get you a wrist shot before you start, baby Should've known these n****s were bornin' from the start, yeah Should've known Ne-Yo couldn't hold me down at all, yeah They were tryna put weight on me to slow me down, ah Knew I was gon' win anyway cause I'm God's child This song, I'ma throw my heart at you Yeah, go again Pop a snitch, give me the head, my heart achin' Better get you a wrist shot before you start, baby Should've known these n****s were bornin' from the start, yeah Should've known Ne-Yo couldn't hold me down at all, yeah They were tryna put weight on me to slow me down, ah Knew I was gon' win anyway cause I'm God's child