[Verse 1]

When I re-up, I pray that money come fast

So when I cake up, I buy it all off the mannequin

You dudes fakers, my clique full no squares

So when I pray up I never need your luck

I need those big faces, drop tops in the summertime

Chinchillas in the winter for my mortal mind

This is high class all class mates columbine

Been making moves since a real nigga turned nine

My motivation is bank roll, y'all flow softer than Cottonelle

At dinner tables with real niggas, we break bread deals in the air

The snakes in the grass though, my real niggas on cloud nine

Been on the earth for 20 years I never seen a snake fly

Tryna fuck bitches these niggas Google

These rappers hate me competition futile

You say you balling I'm point guard

The game Ray Charles, I'm Matt Stevens, balling

Hit me if you want that work tell me whats your budget

All my ladies hit me up, put my number in your phone, phone, phone

Put my number in your phone, phone, phone

[Prehook]

She feeling the vibe when I'm running my fingers all over her thighs

Reserved bout' me cause she heard a few things let me easy your mind

Roll with some shooters we balling, put in that order we shot calling

Poppin these bottles they poppin they pussy, white girls with me we wet'em like Uzis

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Step in the building we wildin' come from an island were we drink party and styling

Daps to my niggas no love for these hoes, 3 the hard way till we kill all the pros

Feeling some way cause we doing the most. celebrate with a toast

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[Verse 2]

Keys under palm trees out in Shark City, All hail this the young diddy

Just step front of that line, I'ma tech with the lines

Leave an ape bathing I run with some niggas that twist they fingers and rep eastside

Forget your vendettas, I'm focused on getting that cheddar

Sitting with bitches that rock Donatella

All my niggas got dreams of getting that cream

But I'm from a city where dream don't mean shit

Brew a nigga like folders in pursuit of that mozzarella, young toaster

Pop a nigga like Cola, you niggas ain't lyrical; F' your subliminals

But I'm just a VA nigga with a Bone flow

And I got them bars popping like polio

Got the trap house jumping like Ervin

Never stop but red light flash only when recording

Jeff Gordon, no other in my lane

And no time for slave bitches picking my brain

Sipping ice water straight from Cappadonna

Summa Cum laude in company of pre-madonnas

Graduate to compensated, school of hard knocks and cash drops

You failed if you have not, Meth