text: Theres three types of niggas in life
  Niggas that make it happen
  Niggas that watch it happen
  And niggas that dont even know what the fuck is going on
  Choose one...
  I got all these bad bitches twerkin’
  Waves on swim, shit surfin’
  I don’t want y’all niggas ‘round me
  Broke niggas make me nervous
  Shawty said she want that paper
  Pop pussy like she workin’
  Damn, a nigga finally famous
  Rari by the Benz, I’m swervin’ 
  Fuck rap, I might sell swag
  She want me ‘cause she know i got that Chanel tag
  She fuck me and she gone get that Chanel swag
  Her boyfriend like, “Where you get that Chanel bag?”
  55 hundo, pop green, and I ball
  Like Rondo
  Catch me, north side, with a dime ho
  Turnt up, but I’m like keep calm ho
  I go, make a million here, million there
  All of my niggas, we really in here
  Got a bad bitch, and she straight from the hood
  But she look like a foreign, brazilian hair
  And I’m grabbin her remi
  I bust like a semi, yo bitch 
  I get your girl pregnant
  You hatin’ all on me, you sick 
  I ride in my hood in a Bently like it’s a Crown Vic 
  These bitches is choosin’
  You niggas is losin’
  We rich
  Whatchu expect? 
  Wanna fuck with a dope dealer? 
  Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas? 
  And I don’t fuck with you ho niggas 
  Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson
  That’s dope, nigga!
  I got all these dope dealers serving
  Cut the work up, they surgeons
  I dont want yall bitches round me
  Whack bitches make me curve em
  Imported rug, thats Persian
  One wheel up and we swervin
  Wetter than a lake, thats Ricki!
  Pop pussy like she Nicki
  She want me cause she see me in that Aventador
  Pull up on the curb so crazy, I done bent the door
  Bad bitch wanna borrow it, I lent it to her
  Make her bust that pussy open in Singapore
  30 million though, Forbes list
  Out in Philly in a condo, boss shit
  Now they call me Young Oprah; Harpo
  In the pool rockin polo, Marco
  Millionaires, never do leers
  No, they cant see me, theyre never my peers
  Fruits of my labor, go get me my pears
  Cause youre outta your element; I am your fear
  So go get off my testicle, pardon my decimal, bitch!
  Check up my resumé, Im upper echelon rich
  Them bikes is out and we throwing em up like we sick
  My clothing line is out in them stores and Im sipping a Myx, bitch!
  Wanna fuck with a dope dealer?
  Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas?
  And I don’t fuck with you ho niggas 
  Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson
  That’s dope, nigga!
  DC, Double M
  Mastermind
  You say my name and bitch I gotta grant your wish 
  Sticky fingers, 30 K
  You better drop that brick 
  Philly brothers, sometimes they call me Ock! 
  I pray to God, everyday I drop my top 
  Humble man, with me and the Lord Meek
  Im the shit, coming down Broad Street
  Sal Magluta, Willy Falcon
  Flamboyant dough boy, talkin Al Capone 
  From Monte Carlo to Los Muchachos
  My Mexicanos not talking tacos
  This jewelry tampered once, a nigga push that button
  On the corner Pac-Man Jones, these niggas don’t want nothin
  You wanna fuck wit a dope dealer? Or keep fuckin them broke niggas?
  My sneaker deal like A.I.s
  We drink Belaire like St. Ides
  Wanna fuck with a dope dealer?
  Or keep fuckin’ them broke niggas?
  And I don’t fuck with you ho niggas 
  Rollie yellow like Homer Simpson
  That’s dope, nigga!