My money fit, and I'm gon' talk, I'm gon' creep, I'm gon' creepI'm the one, I'm not the two, I'm not the threeYou better check when it bounce, when it, when it endHow you gon' talk to me, you on the sidelineYou is not mine, yeah, you a done littleNo, you is not mine, yeah, you a done littleNo, you is not fine, I make whole lot more moneyAnd it's all mine, I do a whole lot moreYeah, cause it's my time, I do a whole lot with my oneChop his head off with a gun, I like hair, I like the oneI like the big bag, I like the oneYou do what I said, you do what I saidYou do what I said, you do what I saidWe chop off his head, we chop off his headWe chop, we chop, we chop, we chopI saw the ride in his, yeah, we can slide in hisAnd I can slide in that, one, two, five in his whipAnd I would never crash out, see there's a difference between you and meYou a pass outI'm on a warship, I can fly in your wayWe doing what we do, we know what's on our mindOr we called the war, we got people we not backFor who died, that boy, that big ol' zipperThe rig so all they bustin', not my zipperHit a suburban, with a big boss, shipped out, feel its goneOverseasWith the lil bad babies shenleyin'She buzzin' and dyin', this trip is ringin'So, up a seat and get away, now I'm out with she, if it ain't onGot it, he's somewhere poppin' on my leasePulled off in a HarleyWhy they all wanna tie me?Why my fans wanna crowd me?Tell me how this sound, then we trappin' out of downyOn top of the mountain, my diamonds got me drownin'Ha-haThis the big, big business, smoke you down like a cigarMy, myMy money fitAnd I'm gon' talk, I'm gon' print, I'm gon' createI'm the one, I'm not the two, I'm not the threeBetter check when it bounce, when it, when it inHow you gon' talk to me?You on the sideline, you is not mineYeah, you a dull lil'No, you is not mineYeah, you a dull lil'No, you is not fineI make whole lot more money and it's all mineI do whole lot moreYeah, cause it's my timeI do a whole lot with my oneChop his head off, I'm with gunI like hair, I like mineI like the big bag, I like the oneYou do what I sayYou do what I sayYou do what I sayWe chop off his headWe chop off his headWe chop, we chop, we chop, we chopI'm on the rideIt's not hisIt's not hisIt's not hisIt's not hisIt's not hisIt's not hisHe's got no other wayIt's not hisIt's not hisIt's not hisHe's gone