I D'know what you trippin' on

Must be what you sippin on

I'm still tippin; on fours flippin' with the paint drippin'

When I leave home

Tell ya Baby Mama gon' leave me alone

You can have her back, I'm done with that

I ain't had too much fun with that

I'mma let you gon' run with that

I'm a cold mack, you can call me Goldy

Yeah like the pimp, same as the rollie

'Git your money up' what my O.G's told me

And I been doing that since my O.G's know me

Don't tell me, show me, talk is cheap

A cheap bitch cain't sweep up my Jeep

My hoes top notch they cain't compete

Bringin' daddy back 20k a week

That sadden up, i'm stackin' up

You niggas better get your mackin' up

Still doin' shoes that's packed as fuck

And I ain't dropped shit since you-know-what

You know what, I'm high as fuck

Drank got a nigga's mouth dry as fuck

Ev'ryday I step out fly as fuck

And that's some shit you cain't go drop me up

Drive fast cars, got fast cash

Gotta smoke and drank to slow me down a tad

I'm just gettin' mine midin' my business

Why these hatin' niggas act so mad??

Wanna' see me fall

Hate to see me ball

Wanna see me crawl

Hate to see me tall

Stand by me I make em all look small

Hall of fame Thugga', put my name on the wall