text: Im in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts
  Got the Halloween kicks trick or treating the clutch
  Come on nigga, is you tricking or what?
  Flow tighter than a dick in the butt
  Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv
  Little white tee, some boobs and bamboo
  White girls tell me, Hey, Nicki, your camp rules
  Is that why you get more head than shampoos?
  Asalaamalaikum, no oink for me
  And I never let a D-boy boink for free
  Cause its barbie bitch, you can join the wave
  I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined the phrase
  You couldnt beat me there if you had a Leer
  Indian-style court side with a cavalier
  VIP Roseaus you can have a beer
  Cause honey when you getting money you dont have a care
  Now Roger that, Rroger that. Roger that, Rroger that
  Roger that, Roger that...Roger
  Young black Ricos
  Kill for the C notes
  But me though
  I jack son bitch Tito
  She wanna play games
  But this is not bingo
  Monopoly Im past GO
  Gon ahead and deep-throat
  4-chick Foursomes
  Skin colors mocha
  Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem
  Pole
  Watt stroke em
  Strike it like bowling
  Now open like you yawnin
  Its 6 in the morning
  Sleeping on me probably in a coffin
  Im hotter than the end of fuckin August
  Im awesome
  Im awesome. Repeat it to your Grandma and Uncles, my Mothers
  Tygas no Dad but Im the motherfucker
  My fuckers
  This the last supper
  Look, no hands
  Im a bread cuffer
  I dont dare lover
  Im a dare devil
  I dont fear nothin
  Motherfucker
  Young money!
  Now roger that. Roger that. Roger that. Roger that. Fuck around and never get Roger back
  Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette
  The blunt still wet, so pass it like brat
  We sip side a mug, we call it upset
  Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden debt
  Im a beast
  You a pet
  AK long neck
  Keith Sweat
  Weezy, motherfucker
  Capo in this bitch with me
  Money talks and have a convo in this bitch with me
  Im mountain high Colorado in this bitch with me
  Flow crazy, 730, you just 650
  20 bullets from the Chopper take the roof off
  Laughing to the bank
  Im a goof ball
  Its YM
  And we at yo neck like a Violin
  Its our world
  We make it spin
  And yall the prey. Amen
  Now roger that. Roger that. Where Roger at? I heard Rog a Rat
  Fuck around and never get Roger back