Look, I'm finna come, new Model X, you can't race this
N***as always got their hand out, I'ma break it
Fye, fye, fye, tell em take this
And I got everything I want, cuz I take risks
Damn, how the fuck is n***as hating
She said she never had a real n***a they can't fake it
I open up her door and clean her makeup
Welcome to Death Row, little baby, we can't break up
Damn, baby, shake it
Wop, wop, wop, I can't take it
N***as hella weird, I ain't hanging with no rapists
Call me Michael Scott, cuz I always got the paper
How the fuck did I fit 50, 000 in these fucking denims
Stepping like a Sigma, you might think I'm fratting with them
Off White on my feet, you think it's black, I'm laughing, n***a
And he a big rat, I think they call him Master Splinter
And I be hella cool, but don't make me slap a n***a
What the fuck you thought? I am not a rapping, n***a
I'm a rich-ass bag chasing paper stacking n***a
Say that he get pape, I believe you cappin n***a
On My Ma
Aye, tell me how I fit a hundred in these motherfucking jeans
How I take that dirty money and then turn it clean
Why these n***as acting like it's cool to be a fiend
Tell me something, aye, is it really real
You gon' hold a n***a down when he in the field
Tell me something, aye, you about to bill
If I put this ice on you, you know how to chill
Tell me something, aye, you got motion, baby
Is that, whew, whew, wetter than the ocean, baby
Tell me something, hey, is it broken, baby
Did you give that boy your heart or is it stolen, baby