What you'll get is nothing but a whole
Lotta trouble
It's the truly o Don
Told him 2 at a time
Getting flicked by the hook
Hope he don't use his baton
Chuck a deuce for the cons
Park the coupe on the lawn
Pour the juice in the lime
Took a deuce out the 9
I'm a kitchen magician
Keep a funeral line
Make the girl disappear
Without using a wand
Hear the rumors they spread
Just don't choose to respond
Cop more Christian Dior
And more Louis Vuitton
Got a heart made of gold
And a beautiful mind
She look good from the front
Better view from behind
She ain't used to my kind
Yeah she cute and she fine
It ain't shit to the kid
But to you she a dime
Dropped a roof on the Don
Hundred proof of Patron
Lost my dog in the streets
Feel like Proof and Denaun
Rather business than personal
Me and Goo got a bond
He was popping it tall
Now its juice in the pond
So you can wake up to me
Wake up
The fire has yet to come