That's a big bag in my hand don't make me open that
I just woke up and now i'm pissed cuz I was dreaming stacks
I made em shoe with how im stepping I was thinking racks
I got the quarterback no wonder I been getting sacks
That bitch be giving brain I might just pay tuition on it
You see my car next lane I might just have two bitches on it
They wet like ocean water pour that drink inside my sonic
And please quit saying that you're next cuz I mean let's be honest
I do my money like Jeff Hardy I'm just flippin shit
I do my thing and like hard working you could feel the shift
I might just cop a brick and make a living out of that
I swear this shit too easy comfy in my habitat
That shit stay on my side like bitches wear designer bags
I like my women the same color as Tyra Banks
Get your bars up hear me now
Bitch I'm like Undertaker on your ass don't turn around