(Chorus)
Money, power
Bitches, clothes
I got it all
What you need?
Let me know
Money, power
Bitches, clothes
Run up on 08
Then I'm shooting at you clones

(Post-chorus)
G-O-T-H-P-O-P
Until the grave
Run up on me
That's a bad day
Cause I'm dropping
Any goofy in my way
Aye

(Verse)
Don't go to L.A
Baby come to the south
In the woods we go
To my haunted house
Rain fallin as we creep
Don't you love the sound?
Pain flowing through yo heart
Can't you feel it now?
Tell me
What do you think about the shit people say?
I think it's full of nothing but lies and just hate
Jealously and hella distaste
But by now
Hopefully you see
I'm winnin this race
Okay

What I'm rocking
From that spring ‘09 collection
Very rare Laguna beaches
And in my pocket
Keep that 43
That's my weapon
Who you think you checking?
Take one look at the kid
And now you stressin

Hop out lookin like the grudge with a dick
In the winter
I been known to get em sick
And like the snow
My verses cold
Give 'em frost bit
I mean frost bite
She ride me all night
Don't it feel nice?
But Something's not right
Say she love me
She deceive
Cut me deep
Like a sharp knife
Fuck it
We trippin
Rollin, rollin
All night
Like a pair of dice
Welcome to hell baby
Opposite of paradise
Now put yo middle finger up
Screamin fuck they shit!
Now where the drugz?
Pretty vacant by the sex pistols
On loop in the cut
08 Punkstar
She fallin in love
Fuck

And the devil as my witness
Smoking thraxx
Kinda fruity
Taste like citrus
Pourin up a fo
Give a fuck about fitness
Gloin 24/7 like lights on christmas

(Slowed Transition)
Can you be born evil?
Yes, yes
You don't even have to have an evil bloodline
That's true
I think just like-
By fate, you just are born devilish
Right?
And you just learn your devilish ways
And you just grow into an amazing devil
(Chorus)
Money, power
Bitches, clothes
I got it all
What you need?
Let me know
Money, power
Bitches, clothes
Run up on 08
Then I'm shooting at you clones

(Post-chorus)
G-O-T-H-P-O-P
Until the grave
Run up on me
That's a bad day
Cause I'm dropping
Any goofy in my way
Aye

(Verse)
Don't go to L.A
Baby come to the south
In the woods we go
To my haunted house
Rain fallin as we creep
Don't you love the sound?
Pain flowing through yo heart
Can't you feel it now?

Tell me
What do you think about the shit people say?
I think it's full of nothing but lies and just hate
Jealously and hella distaste
But by now
Hopefully you see
I'm winnin this race
Okay

What I'm rocking
From that spring ‘09 collection
Very rare Laguna beaches
And in my pocket
Keep that 43
That's my weapon
Who you think you checking?
Take one look at the kid
And now you stressin

Hop out lookin like the grudge with a dick
In the winter
I been known to get em sick
And like the snow
My verses cold
Give 'em frost bit
I mean frost bite
She ride me all night
Don't it feel nice?
But Something's not right
Say she love me
She deceive
Cut me deep
Like a sharp knife
Fuck it
We trippin
Rollin, rollin
All night
Like a pair of dice
Welcome to hell baby
Opposite of paradise

Now put yo middle finger up
Screamin fuck they shit!
Now where the drugz?
Pretty vacant by the sex pistols
On loop in the cut
08 Punkstar
She fallin in love
Fuck

And the devil as my witness
Smoking thraxx
Kinda fruity
Taste like citrus
Pourin up a fo
Give a fuck about fitness
Gloin 24/7 like lights on christmas