Sosa, baby, GBE, baby
Suitcase with a MAC in it 
Bag with some racks in it 
Put the two-door up 
Now Im back in it 
Got your bitch backbendin’ 
She gon put her back in it 
Engine in the back business 
Now I live by cactuses 
Running through the streets, me and my woes 
Cant do anything to stop me and my folks 
Got a chop with a flashlight, click-clack, lights out
Livin’ a fast life, load up, ride out 
Niggas know me in the streets, niggas know I pop heat
Dont believe word of mouth, you can check my rapsheet
Gettin miked in Miami, ridin on the jetskis
They gon bleed for the sharks fore I let em catch me
In this Fendi lookin like fools
Shining yellow like jewels
Pouring up that dirty ’Tech
Speeding made a fuckin’ mess
Treat her more, love her less
Throw her to gang, no fuckin catch
These Balmains got a little stretch
Pockets got a bunch of cash
I’m floatin like Aladdin
Running it up like amen
Hit the stores, cashin cause I like high fashion
Just bought a new bag and it can fit a MAC-10
You run out of time on this bomb, we start blastin’ 
Running through the streets, me and my woes 
Cant do anything to stop me and my folks 
Got a chop with a flashlight, click-clack, lights out
Livin a fast life, load up, ride out 
Count my money up front
I dont do no backhandin
Packs landin
In Saks rackspendin
I dont do no panhandlin
Your man fannin
Your girl starin
Every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion
Me and my woes 
Stop me and my folks 
Light, click-clack, lights out
Fast life, load up, ride out 
Count my money up front
I dont do no backhandin
Packs landin
In Saks rackspendin
I dont do no panhandlin
Your man fannin
Your girl starin
Every time we in a different area code we in a different mansion