[Verse 1]

Uh, I'm flying private through Cloud 9

Yeah, if you got a problem, I'm Einstein

Yeah, I'm yawnin', I'm so tired of ballin'

Yeah, only selling work to them workaholics

Got guns bigger than you, nigga, I don't fuck with new niggas

I blues your bitch ass, hope somebody give you rhythm

I got animal all in my floor, take your shoes off at the door

Niggas feed these bitches lies, nigga, don't food poison my ho

I buy my drugs for the low, like a coupon at the store

My niggas like Kanye with that good, my niggas like Lou Rawls with that blow

Niggas be sayin' they racked up, don't let that Q-ball leave you broke

I know you want a pat on the back, but then those fools gon' see you choke

I saw your bitch and she said, she tryin' to move on and let go

Boy, I get up in that pussy and hit her with moves you don't even know

Niggas be trippin' over these hoes, I done came too far to get close

I've been outchea gettin' bread and I don't need you all in my loaf

If you stick your neck out there, I'll have my goon's all at your throat

Niggas be lukewarm at the most and when I'm through ballin' I coach

Shout out to my nigga Mack gettin' his boo on in that Ghost

I'm still coming off the top of the dome but it'd be on a tombstone if I wrote, Tunechi

[Chorus]

My kids already rich and they don't even know

These nigga's sayin' they playa's, they ain't even scored

My bitch rolling my weed, she don't even smoke

Everybody following me, I ain't even Moses, nigga

[Verse 2]

Uh, my cologne illegal in nine countries

I found a way like it was hiding from me

Yeah, my weed good, my sex better

Bitch, don't text me no long letters

I'm ahead of the game, I need a blowjob

Most of these hoes ain't got no job

And these niggas go and buy 'em everything

You gon' fuck around, and get the ho robbed

I'm ahead of the game, I need a haircut

Used to hug the block, I mean bear hug

And tell them rats the AK go rat-a-tat, like snare drums

I woke up this morning, dick rock hard, dick harder than a armadillo

MLK would be proud of me, 'cause I do this shit for all my niggas

Her mouth, pussy, or asshole, life is full of hard decisions

If she ain't fuckin', she get the boot

Let me write this bitch a parking ticket

Ain't got time for love life, all I know is get paid

I'm high like Bonjour, twisted like french braids

I got my own shoes, SLIME, T, I feel like MJ

I'm working that graveyard shift, man, these niggas been dead

[Chorus]

Uh, I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know

I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her, yeah

Don't fuck with these fuck niggas, you already know us

I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise, yeah

[Verse 3]

Pass that weed to the next nigga, blunt longer than a tongue twista

Hoes want this scud missile, I'ma ball, like Crystal

Lil Tunechi Li, young sex pistol, new money, no wrinkles

I'm hard-headed, Ocho, Dedication Cinco, uh

[Outro]

What up, 5?

Rocko fuck with me! Yeah!

Future fuck with me! Yeah!

T, I feel like MJ

I'm working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead

5!