Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Motor in the back with the trunk in the front Smokin' on gas, P5 in the blunt Poppin' new tags, it's one over one I got them chopsticks, sang on the left Came out the creek, had to jump off a ton Made off the streets, I came up from a crumb Two thousand just for the shoes I put on Spin out and do a 360 for nothin' Freestylin' while I got Kush on my lung Crocodile Burberry, that's what I'm on Packed out the club, that's a quarter million High-priced fashion, Italian Milan She get attached and I'm goin' on a run Took the good batch and I can't feel my tongue Hundreds of baddies, it's hard to choose one Green light the shooters, it's already done Green light the shooters, they already on me Take a few addys and go on a coma Takin' and rappin', them bills my diploma Drivin' my space crew, goin' to Daytona Lie around the corner like Ronald McDonald Count up my lumber, you call me Obama Rippin' that bird like the number one stunner Put on reserve, she call when I want her Hop in a Vertigo, over 200 She can't be real without shout-outs to London I bought a Gucci, she bought me a chopper Money and ***, it's bringin' me problems But I'm at my best when I'm runnin' through models Look at your range, you done ducked them in vodka Talkin' a million, your pussy, I got her Came out the tribal hood, then get Romano Mode in the back with the truck in the front Smokin' on gas, P5 in the blunt Poppin' new tags, it's one over one I got them chopsticks, sang on the lunch Came out the creek, had to jump off a ton Made off the streets, I came up from a crumb Two thousand just for the shoes I put on Spin out and do a 360 for nothin' Freestylin' while I got Kush on my lung Crocodile, Burberry, that's what I'm on Packed out the club, that's a quarter million High-priced fashion, Italian Milan She get attached and I'm goin' on a run Took the good batch and I can't feel my tongue Hundreds of baddies, it's one versus one Green light the shooters, it's already done Crashed out on pills, but it's makin' me numb I pay the bill, you consider it done Trap in the field, made a mil on my own Pull out the seal on that high-tech, I'm strong Cash out on diamonds, Italian Milan One hundred bad bitches, have a son Rollin' up inks and I can't feel my arms Platinum ice on me, he's put in Patron Money and power, he ain't got me on meds Load up my rifle, I don't go to bed Coppin' a Viper, gon' make a monset *** your rich niggas, gon' get you a kiss Pussy was leakin', I *** on his jet We made a bond to never forget Counseled that hoe, she tried to *** up my chick Gettin' this limo, this not a Corvette Mode on the back with the trunk in the front Smokin' on gas, P5 in the blunt Poppin' new tags, it's one over one I got them chopsticks, sang on the lunch Came out the creek, had to jump off a ton Made off the streets, I came up from the front Two thousand just for the shoes I put on Spin out and do a 360 for nothin' Freestylin' while I got Kush on my lung Crocodile, Burberry, that's what I'm on Packed out the club, that's a quarter million High-priced fashion, Italian Milan She got attached and I'm goin' on a run Took the good batch and I can't feel my tongue Hundreds of baddies, it's hard to choose one Green light the shooters, it's already done