[Intro]
(I get my work from the narco)
(Hydro)

[Verse]
I get money and talk big shit, so they don't like me
Just because I tote movie clips, don't think I'm Spike Lee
Unless you talkin' 'bout them blue strips, it don't excite me
Bitch said she got some good head, so go and enlighten me
I'm a dog, I ain't shit, bitch, so don't even try with me
And all that shit you thinkin' 'bout doin' with me, I ain't got time today
It's money on the floor, bitch, I ain't got time to play
Bitch ain't payin', not bein' sweet young, I was playin' hide and go seek
When they talk about goin' broke, that don't apply to me
Bitch, I told you I was a dog, so don't cry to me
Most of the n***as I fuck with daily was my crimies
I keep twin .40s, Zack and Cody, strapped daily with Siamese twins
He look scrawny, I'm buffin' up daily inside the gym
He lookin' kind of hungry over there, gang and them eatin' lobster and shrimps
I really don't think Sue Young want me knockin' up again
They like, "Why this same n***a keep poppin' up again?"
All that tough guy, Deebo had to get your lame ass shot in here
Used to be the coolest n***a in the buildin', but not in here
Every time I step in the room, diamonds shine like chandeliers
Diamonds tweakin', I had to save the last dance for 'em
Bitch, you ain't never seen a n***a like me, I'm abnormal
I'm sure you heard about that good perky dick, I tax for it
I don't why you keep throwin' a weak-ass shot at the backboard
A lot of these n***as wanna be ball players, they just water boys
This exotic chop you see is not a toy
Bitch, you dealin' with a grown-ass man, not a boy
You said you ain't got no money, bitch, I'm highly annoyed
Type of shit to get you blocked, the type of shit I tried to avoid
[?] bank in the gym, a lot of these n***as be tryna avoid
These n***as be screamin' at the top of they lungs and not makin' noise
They can't fuck with me, I'm a jack of all trades
You ain't gon' never catch up to the Plug at y'all pace
Lyin', ain't got no whips, n***a, it's all fake
Y'all need to keep my name out y'all dick suckers, y'all gay
Tenth grade, I was still wearin' Givenchy and Balmain
Maison Margielas the kicks to go and skate in
These big old grams on my neck just to bait 'em in
I ain't worried 'bout nobody thanks to F&N