Burn the rubber off of my tire, yeah

My shootas got shootas and they 'bout to fire, yeah

You on my level? Nigga, you a liar, yeah

I'm wealthy and I got a healthy supply, yeah, yeah

So I (Ghost, four doors)

Don't reach for mine, just (Smoke your own)

For me to throw a (Dog a bone)

You gotta stand the fire, and I'm the lighter, yeah, yeah

If someone told me not to flex

I wouldn't know what to do next

Dirty money on my checks

What's the price of happiness?

You don't know that?

You play the fifty, you don't go back

You best fall back

'Cause I been ready for combat, whoa

You don't know that?

You play the fifty, you don't go back

You best fall back

'Cause I been ready for combat

'Cause I don't need you do to me no favors

Listen to me

If you don't leave, you're gonna meet your maker

'Cause I don't need you do to me no favors

Listen to me

If you don't leave, you're gonna meet your maker

What's up?

Don't get shit fucked up

Don't run your luck up

Don't make me run up, oh

What's up?

Don't get shit fucked up

Don't run your luck up

Don't make me run up

Straight out the mud

I bring the lotion and you bring the crust

I need more money, I can't get enough

I need more money, that shit is a must

Straight out the mud

I bring the lotion and you bring the crust

I need more money, I can't get enough

I need more money, that shit is a must

If someone told me not to flex

I wouldn't know what to do next

Dirty money on my checks

What's the price of happiness? Ah

If someone told me not to flex

I wouldn't know what to do next

Dirty money on my checks

What's the price of happiness? Ah