[Intro]

Let's go

I can't make this up

(I ain't gotta write this shit down, fuck what they talkin’ ‘bout)

Because I can't make this up

[Verse 1]

When you getting money, they say you joined the illuminati

Only time they talkin', when you getting money

When you run the city, bad bitches come runnin'

Now they get to be in ya presence, they coming

I can fuck a bad bitch, poor bitch, real split

I was comin’ over, old head like Slick Rick

Nothin rapper, this some OG Kirkwood shit

(Whatcha got on your plate, Future?)

Fish and Grits!

Take a pic, snap a flick, kiss my kicks, they pay attention

Must they finally realize you in the murkin’ mix

You gon’ pull in line, or we gone spit that venom

I'm thinkin 10 steps ahead, I want my own denim

We were goin’ in them, stackin’ every penny

Stretching every nickel, over the same strippers

I gave it to you straight up, right down the center

We don't like rappin’, this car is foreign, right down the center

[Chorus]

I'm kickin real street talk (I can't make this up)

I’m a motherfuckin’ boss (I can't make this up)

You ain't no extraordinary (I—I can't make this up)

Me and money got married (I can't make this up!)

Do it player, do the shit (I can't make this up)

I seen you niggas back in '06 (I can't make this up)

Turn a club into a crib (I can't make this up)

Bought a ticket in a club (I can't make this up!)

[Verse 2]

I get this big without tryin’

I'm matchin' by mistake, I want that yacht, I'm on my grind

I learn from my mistakes

You want it daddy, go and get it

Don't never hesitate

I'm burnin hotter than some lava, and I ain't takin off a day

They on my trail

Like they tryin' to build a case

These rappers worser than them few

They watch you spendin' cake

They want ya style

And they often imitate

I set the trend

And I watch them duplicate it

I'm satisfied with none of this money, I'm getting hungry

I'm breakin' bread with a team, young nigga, we hit Columbia

Salute the troops, we in them coupes like caprices

Old school player ridin' in a foreign feature

Change em up like rentals, yeah, we change em up like rentals

Ridin' like the president, I'm presidential

Blowin' green like ya thought I would

It's simple

I'm coming straight up out my temple

[Chorus]

I'm kickin’ real street talk (I can't make this up)

I’m a motherfuckin’ boss (I can't make this up)

You ain't no extraordinary (I can't make this up)

Me and money got married (I can't make this up!)

Do it player, do the shit (I can't make this up)

I seen you niggas back in '06 (I can't make this up)

Turn a club into a crib (I can't make this up)

Bought a ticket in a club (I can't make this up!)

[Verse 3]

Do you take the cash to be your lawfully wedded wife?

And honor this bitch for the rest of your life? Yes I do

‘Til death do us apart

That’s a 365, yeah, they go hard

And we go home

Crib so big look like the Georgia Dome

I'm rollin’ like a rollin’ stone, they do nothin’

I pick the streets where I belong

What time were we supposed to be?

Maybe it’s the ‘dro in me

My girl got a girlfriend

Look like she come from overseas

Ain't nothing like these other niggas

I took the chicken out the bill with her

Shit I done still in her it’s still in ‘em

Who introduced you to Jimmy and Tory?

Change the color of the bottom of your shoe, you walkin’ foreign

Gotcha nigga VIP

That's very important

I done freestyled

More than you lil’ niggas recorded

[Chorus]

I'm kickin’ real street talk (I can't make this up)

I’m a motherfuckin’ boss (I can't make this up)

You ain't no extraordinary (I can't make this up)

Me and money got married (I can't make this up!)

Do it, player do the shit (I can't make this up)

I seen you niggas back in '06 (I can't make this up)

Turn a club into a crib (I can't make this up)

Bought a ticket in a club (I can't make this up!)