First I spent some racks all on some drink hoe

All over my body I wear chrome

I've been getting stoned hoe

You've been crying on the floor hoe

I can't get your ass to that slope hoe

Goin' up I'm blowing up hoe

What you know, what you know about

Counting checks, hoe I ain't even gettin' racks, hoe

I've been goin' to the store, made 50 more I've been counting' all these bank notes

And this weed been makin' me float And this wheather been cold, I don't even know hoe

Drive a car all up on the road, made 50 morе

Bae you know I'm patchmade been patchmade

In NY is wеre I stay, stay, stay, in NY is were I stay hoe

Drive the Trackhawk on the fuckin' road

They don't like me till they see I got a fuckin' boat

They don't wanna talk to me till they see I am a goat

And this weed makin' me float, woah They don't wanna know me till I'm gone, woah

Till I'm dead in the grave, not makin' songs no more

Even till they see my face all over stores Ima stay flyin' uh huh overshores

Made it out to my rich, huh, Broke to Rich

Snitches get stitches, yeah Yeah, snitches get stitches

You are all some bitches, bitch Mind your business, bitch

Know I stay lit, And my body's all stainless

Talkin' bout some chrome, hoe you don't own none

Chrome on my body, I been talkin' to the fuckin' sun

(Talking) To the fuckin' sun

(Talking) till I'm fuckin' gone

Bitch, I'm in Buffalo, til the day I'm fuckin' dead

Bitch, you better hear every word that I fuckin' said

That I fuckin' said, hoe

That I fuckin' said

That I fuckin' said, hoe

That I fuckin' said

That I fuckin' said, hoe

That I fuckin' said

That I fuckin' said, hoe

That I fuckin' said