[Intro]

It's no facade or no chapard

Well acquainted with Audemars and all that shit

It's Ricky Ross the rich boss

[Verse 1]

Wet bars on the boat, what broad won't elope

Crib like Scott Storch all from the coke

Maybachs were a dream now it's all real

It's hard to get sleep layin' next to five mil

Still got the chills, I call 'em the goosebumps

Yeah Alexander vision, I'm buildin' like two Trumps

Steppin' guce bumps I'm the main event

We got a pocket full of game, brain it made me ten

Six bitches' numbers all on the same napkin

Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

You see it these niggas livin' of the past

I ran a hundred miles but I did it all with class

Hands all glass, wrist all glass

Mirror on the wall, how long will the crystal last

Champagne pours, celebrate the cause

Hover above the laws at the mercy of the Lord

[Hook] X2

This me nigga, It's me nigga

While we do our thing, give me six feet nigga

Better take a picture, this is history nigga

I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me nigga

[Verse 2]

What's worse, a testimony from you homie?

Tables turn fast, I told you not to fuck me, Tony

Started with the dishes, endin' with the digits

I had to cross friendship, it's rules to the business

All the time with a sister like Gina

Beauty salon dream, got the keys and the Beamer

On the way to cheetahs pointin' an army

Land my spaceship with the spoilers only

Seen the UFOs, FBI, ATF, let ‘em know how a nigga ride

Fo-fo and fo-five and six fo's

Half a pill, two dime, six hoes

I need a slice of the pie, fo five six

As I throw my dice in the sky

Head crack nigga

Bread stack nigga

Convertible Bert yeah I let my hair back nigga

[Hook] X2

This me nigga, It's me nigga

While we do our thing, give me six feet nigga

Better take a picture, this is history nigga

I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me nigga

[Verse 3]

Lamborghinis and Maseratis for mediocres

When the lease over, back to the street, soldier

Call cold shoulders might make me bring the heats over

When the beef's over, might see the peach rover

We eats but we try to reach each quota

No soda, Rolls roller one on her

Rodeo eighty gram, one coda

Louis Vuitton, bright sides don’t want ‘em

They trippin', I’m drippin' in Tiffany stones

Get a mop, Peter prop, I’m livin' it homes

Chauffeur I blow purp and no skirts

Four chains I’m puttin' down with more work

[Hook] X2

This me nigga, It's me nigga

While we do our thing, give me six feet nigga

Better take a picture, this is history nigga

I'm busy gettin' money, you can miss me nigga