All of my homies, yeah, they be my slime
Get to the money, and get to the dimes
All of these rappers, they think they can rhyme
All of these rappers? They wasting my time
Run to the money, in my shoes
Get to the money, and the loot
All these rappers, they fools
Hold up, wait
27 balling like a maverick
When it comes to the rap, you the baddest
27 balling like the magical
When it comes to your raps, they be tragic
I get to the bag, and I get to the dollars
I smash on your crush, and you can't even holler
Got all these diamonds, they be every colour
I smash on your daughter, she call me her father
Got a new girl, and she so damn mysterious
Gave her a molly, now she so delirious
Doing these raps, and I be so damn serious
Sent her a pic, now she looking so curious
Who is that rapper, that boy just a mystery
Often at times, I'm who they all wanna be
All in my face cause the boy making history
Saved up all my bands, like I just won the lottery
That girl a tissue
Cause she catching my slime
That girl a issue
But ain't one of mine
That girl a tissue
Cause she catching the slime
That girl a issue
But ain't one of mine