1st in the morning I go to the bank
Rollin the sprinkles you know that it stank
Ain't throwing no nun ain't making it rain
Smuvest nigga moving nun den changed
Cars clothes the hoes is nun multiple streams of beans is sumn
Don't hit my line if it ain't bout money
Don't front bout mine if yeen got nun
Heart of a warrior
Mind of a beast
Soul of a general waiting to release
Woke a sleeping giant
I was doing fine
Drunk as hell if you think im beat
Outta shape but I'm lifting money
Make me mad ion think so touch me
Jet smuve in the clouds fluffy
Exotic shit always stuffed in the Duffy
Pounds expensive
Hoes trashy
Money come in an go but I can manage
Cars clean
Ol lady da badest
Champ since a youngin they can't stand it
Cream of the crop
I rise to the stop
I am who I am who you niggas is not
Can go anywhere you niggas can not
Sheesh
No dat that's saying alot
But I ain't talm bout nun
Getting mad they start all that bluffing
No motion
No bread
No nun
1 hit wonders crash out in public
They love you all of a sudden
That cut gone burn like rubbing
Take notes what is the subject
F*ck em all get money
YEA!!