[Intro: RMC Mike]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat)
Bitch
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)
Hah, Ghetto Boy shit, n***a
Hey (His name's Pablo)

[Verse: RMC Mike]
We don't speak on opps no more 'cause they broke
I'm spitting straight drop, you could cook it on the stove
I'd rather make a play than have some pussy on the floor
I'm laid back, but I can act Boosie on a ho
I'm on the edge, if a n***a push me, I'm on go
Will this rap shit take me out the hood? I don't know
I done touched a hundred K, but back then, I was broke
Lil' nasty bitch say she got her friend on the floor
F-color VS1 diamonds what I rock
I just scored a pint of Techy, RJ, find me a pop
I just kicked the door down, I had to find me a spot
I'll love a bitch forever if she buy me a Glock
I'm riding Grand Cherokee with the rose gold trimming
I'm finna slide down on a pack of hoes to go fishing
I don't give a fuck about what you done made, that's your business
Type of n***a buy a brand-new car just to smoke in it
Ever since I threw these diamonds in my mouth, the hoes trippin'
Do the speed limit, ride your own lane, the road different
Break a bitch for everything she got, no pimping
Run in the crib, kill everything, left no witness
Six chains on right now and I ain't signed to shit
I just might be single forever, can't find a bitch
You n***as need to quit sellin' dope if you can't buy a brick
'Cause I done made a hundred off the rap, n***a, times six
Forty-eight thousand on the watch, that's time spent
My brother tapped me in to the rap, n***a, times in
Back in '08, was gettin' high with my blind friend
I'm not takin' one for the team, I want the fine friend
I'm fuckin' her like I ain't have no pussy in a week
I hang with real shooters, they'll come and cook you for some cheese
You want me to come and rap, well, n***a, book me for some cheese
A lot of ice around my neck, I'm thinkin' seventeen degrees
Get the load in, break it down, then move it
N***as ain't got no hustle, when it come to money, they be clueless
I know a n***a up a hundred million dollars, think he Jewish
I'm finna rewrap my old-school, make it blue-ish
Pockets full with hundreds on me, old ones and the new ones
Bitch cut into me like, "I wanna fuck, I'm a cougar"
I said, "I'm young, but I can teach you some new shit, I'm a tutor"
You would never know I had the blick, 'cause I'm the shooter
Stripper bitch wanna fuck me bad, I'ma spin her
Shit, I got a lotta pape' with no kids, I'm a winner
Gettin' money make me feel full, fuck a dinner
Lord forgive me for that shit back in the past, I'm a sinner
Still'll hop out and get on n***as' ass, no pretender
Hit the strip club, made that bitch snow, no December
I helped my city get back on the map, that's no [?]
I'm still praying every day I don't die or go to prison