text: Life on the rocks
  Too hard to swallow
  So we get high till it feel like the sky low
  Ya’ll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo
  Money is the song
  Pockets on high note
  Do Re Mi Fa So
  I rock like a fossil
  Big boss shit, Paul Castellano
  Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo
  Thats that nine nigga ughh, Rondo
  Sleeping with the enemy, so I fuck the world
  To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl
  The sweetest southern girl, sweetest southern girl
  This is times up
  Put your signs up
  They done picked my dude
  Out the line up
  Baby what the fuck is wrong with them
  What the fuck is wrong with them
  You see many you call
  Very few are chosen
  Looking at the wall
  You can feel them close in
  Baby what the fuck is wrong with them
  What the fuck is wrong with them
  Mind over matter, money over all
  The world is on my shoulders
  Should I dust my shoulders off?
  Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls
  Fuck the bullshit but just don’t fuck it raw
  Man pussy has a pattern and I know where I’m going
  And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin
  Sanity kills so I live the crazy life
  I wonder if theyll pay attention if I change the price
  Life is my wife, till death do us part
  Man I’m fly as fuck, you aint even next to depart
  Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art
  This is times up
  Put your signs up
  They done picked my dude
  Out the line up
  Baby what the fuck is wrong with them
  What the fuck is wrong with them
  You see many you call
  Very few are chosen
  Looking at the wall
  You can feel them close in
  Baby what the fuck is wrong with them
  What the fuck is wrong with them
  Stepping on the bullshit, you can be my doormat
  Y’all aint going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat
  Disrespectful on the beat, Borat
  Fuck the system and the pussy wasn’t all that
  Yeah, now time’s getting shorter
  Red Light on your head like a fucking recorder now
  Dont you cross me, you do better crossing the border
  So much money piled up, I’m a motherfucking hoarder
  This is times up
  Put your signs up
  They done picked my dude
  Out the line up
  Baby what the fuck is wrong with them
  What the fuck is wrong with them
  You see many you call
  Very few are chosen
  Looking at the wall
  You can feel them close in
  Baby what the fuck is wrong with them
  What the fuck is wrong with them