[Verse 1]. I'm around the bullshit like a matador. I'm used to the bullshit it don't matter boy. Corporate acquisitions accumulations of wealth. Build with the gods and double knowledge of self. Entrepreneur visions Moulin Rouge religion. That pussy make a weak nigga break down. So what you want the cheese or the chicks?. You want the chicks but you want the cheese. A bitch gotta eat. I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me. Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from. I'm a southside nigga yeah I'm ?bout mine. You be that next nigga coroners come and outline. You ain't made of what I'm made of. You a bum nigga with a bum bitch. Your shoes come from Vegas. Counterfeit fraudulent fakers. What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?. [Hook]. You all know when we pullin' off the lot. Brake hit the button then we pullin' down the top. Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot. Strapped with the glock won't pull it out a lot. But front I'll make it pop. Y'all don't do it how we do. Niggas ain't on the shit we on. Everything new. Spikes on the Louis Vuittons. We up nigga!. [Verse 2]. Eat pussy for dinner bomb kush for breakfast. Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch. Coupe a four-door jeep a Convoy. Bulletproof front flash shinin' Armor All. It feels like a nigga dreamin'. Seat back music bumpin' niggas leanin'. Bulls eye that's what we came for. The bread now a nigga run the game boy. I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard. Aloof livin' I came up so hard. No pain no gain it's embedded in the brain. I'm in it for the grip motherfuck the fame. [Hook]. You all know when we pullin' off the lot. Brake hit the button then we pullin' down the top. Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot. Strapped with the glock won't pull it out a lot. But front I'll make it pop. Y'all don't do it how we do. Niggas ain't on the shit we on. Everything new. Spikes on the Louis Vuittons. We up nigga!. [Verse 3: 50 Cent]. Good pussy for dinner bomb kush for breakfast. Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch. It feels like a nigga dreamin'. Seat back music bumpin' niggas leanin'. Bulls eye that's what we came for. The bread now a nigga run the game boy. I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard. Aloof livin' I came up so hard. No pain no gain it's embedded in the brain. I'm in it for the grip motherfuck the fame. [Hook]. You all know when we pullin' off the lot. Brake hit the button then we pullin' down the top. Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot. Strapped with the glock won't pull it out a lot. But front I'll make it pop. Y'all don't do it how we do. Niggas ain't on the shit we on. Everything new. Spikes on the Louis Vuittons. We up nigga!. [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]. ?Round the world tourin' the city got boring. Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans. Coupe foreign top peeled like an orange. Blue Ferrari so many iron horses. Living life with no worries. My gun got a Zodiac sign it's a Taurus. Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e. M-Zone Rida Gang end the story. Oops that's your baby my bad I'm sorry. She call me daddy too we should be on Maury. Everything you aren't fly nigga soaring. Purple label Ralph Lauren kick game like Atari. You so special bedroom or restroom. Just keep performing go girl