[Intro]

(Oh yeah, Chris)

[Verse]

A label tried to offer fifty, I just turned it down

Your bitch said she wanna fuck, I just turned it down

Been on the road for a day doin' turnarounds

I don't stay in Detroit no mo', I'm in Miami now

Yeah, I see you with Amiris, but they hand me downs

Labels calling in, man, this shit getting scary now

A nigga try to rob me, I'ma gun him down

Guess the nigga mad 'cause me and his bitch fuck around

Niggas broke, can't go half on a pound

I roll 'Woods that be fatter than a Black & Mild

Get to clapping at a nigga, where your cap and gown?

It seem like I always make ten when I'm out of town

I'm staying here for a week, fuck a turnaround

I get your bitch in a room and tell her to turn around

My own fam' hate on me 'cause I don't come around

I don't got time for the chit-chat 'cause I'm famous now

Three grams in a 'Wood, I'm finna face it now

Drink too much lean and pop, my face breaking out

That bitch got fifty bodies and you ate her out

A nigga ran off with a bank play, I'm finna take him out

Finna kidnap this nigga and duct tape his mouth

Or take one of the lil' nigga children and fuck his spouse

Or call my cousin from the army to blow up his house

Was gon' beat the nigga ass, but he ain't come out the house

If I don't make shit today, I won't come out the house

This bitch boyfriend pulled up, I had to run out the house

I was on some dumbass shit, left my gun at the house

My feature price went real high, they at two thousand now

AR and a Glock, that's how we ride around

You steady sneak dissing niggas when they not around

Back then, I was broke, but I got it now

Checked my bank statement and it say eighty thou'

I got a cold-ass bitch, she a Barbie doll

I got 5 TDs, that shit made me smile

I got 5 IDs that I'm selling now

Caught my auntie smoking crack and I told her, "Wow"

Now I'm finna find her social somewhere around the house

Call up Verizon and watch the phones ship out

Nigga thought I was finna fight, pulled a stick out

This bitch thought we was finna chill, I pulled my dick out

On the phone with BOA, hope I don't miss out

If this play go successful, that's like ten thou'

I just scammed my own cousin, he looked like Chris Brown

That ain't Runtz that you got in the pack, stop tryna get down

Back then, I was broke with no money, I'm the shit now

Fucked a bitch off a RP, I went for ten rounds

Got a little white college student I scammed ten times

Niggas out here fucked up, ain't got ten dimes