Aye, man

These niggas love that rap life

They get caught up in it, caught up in all the fame and shit

I'm on to 1K, man

For real

Look, young hot boy

I'm a hell raiser

I got it on lock like a wallpaper

Don't stop boy, go paper chaser

Go Kodak, go, go, go get the paper

I'm a block boy

I'm from Golden Acres

Make that money, boy

You a money maker

Keep making that money, don't let the money make ya

Peeling capers, later alligator

I'm killing the beat

I'm killing you haters

I'm all I can be, you's a damn faker

You a baser, you's a pump faker

On the stroll with the product, fundraiser

Bout to go and call Gеorge, not the damn Pacer

Hе the brick man, balling like the damn Lakers

He be in and out of state playing with them papers

Your boyfriend lame, let me upgrade ya

Bruce Leroy, I be kicking flavor

I was sliding base, got your boy major

Young nigga, snap mode, I'm going one way

They want Kodak, I keep it 1K

I'm Mister One K, 100 times 10

I don't want to make no friends, I'm trying to make these bands

I'm trying to stick and move, I ain't come to shake no hands

You bout to get the boot, I ain't trying to be your man

Girl, it's a dirty world

Broward County young nigga sliding 30 world

She's a freak, she's a dirty girl

She could eat, she a hungry girl

You funny girl, you a dummy girl

What you think this here? You can't get my money, girl

I'm smoking gas, boy you smoking fur

I don't even care, you can have the girl

I ain't playing no more

I swear to God, I be spazzing hard

She's a freak, she's a dirty girl