[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse]
Fuck all that bullshit
N***a, we hittin' cake (Gettin' money, n***a)
Tell me why the fuck
Would I care what a bitch say
Tell me how I made a hundred thou' off a mixtape (Tell me that)
It's probably why I can't
Keep these hoes
Up out my face (Hahahaha)
I'm up in that G-Wag' (Skrrr)
I do this for fuck's sake
Don't have me at your crib
Skray?, yo, hand me that duct tape (Word)
N***a, we cutthroat
We ain't go to Buff State
The school of hard knocks
And I still got my GD
Even on they best days
These n***as ain't seein' me (You can't fuck wit' me, man)
I sleep on Versace bedding
He gettin' money but he told
So that make him wait for Whitman? (Haha, I told you)
I sold crack for profession
You can call me the professor
Leave the money on the dresser
Quite clever (I'm quite clever, n***a)
I'm made a few millions
My brains will lead the weapon (My brains will lead the weapon)
I take a bitch to Club Execedrid (Hahahaha)
I don't speak to pussy n***as
More money, need more skrilla (I need more money, n***a)
Uh, yo, my whole team killers