[Chorus]
It ain't over 'til I say that shit is over
Pull up in a Benz, all green, four-leaf clover
N***as talkin' dumb, that shit is over
I'm smokin' hella loud, I'm never sober
Talk behind me, I got shit up in this car, fool
Foot'll press the gas, I ain't never pullin' over

[Verse 1]
And I ain't got no time for that weak shit
With my brodie, we gon' fuck out the weekend
Hot in the back room, see you this evenin'
Rolled up a joint to the face, now I'm geekin'
Do you fuck with me, or is you fuckin' with policemen?
Whole quarter pound of gas, I don't need friends
Open up the laptop and secure the bag
That's the one and only motherfuckin' mission
Get the money, only God is my witness

[Verse 2]
I told her, "I'm gon' get a bag"
Empire up on my jeans, shirt hangin' up off my ass
N***as always cappin' now, n***as always cappin', this song get them right
Knife up on my belt, got a shotgun in the back
I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna use it
I don't wanna pull it out, twist it, and abuse it
I finessed him and that pussy n***a clueless
Said you wanna kill me, let's get to it
Pull that trigger, n***a, I know you can do it
Show you how, I really know you wanna prove it
Everybody with me fuck with drug usage
I'm just takin' tokes and I'm makin' hella music
And if you got a stash, then, n***a, move it
Let me know where that cash at, where the tools is
[Outro]
I'm gettin' money, that bitch don't want me
Count up the thirty, nothing ain't get me