[PART I: YAYO]

[Chorus]
I just fucked this ho from out the city
They wan' see what I'm gon' do, I told them folks, "Just wait and see"
Been abidin' by the rules, can't break the code, that's what I bleed
You so lost inside the sauce, I just can't save you, you a treesh
I was broken with my thoughts, I felt like hangin' from a tree
You losin' cash about a thot, that shit be painin' me to see
I can't vibe without my stick, I'm paranoid up in these streets
I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not too easy to deceive

[Verse]
N***a, stop lyin'
N***a, stop lyin'
Go ahead and show the stat lines
Pass the bitch up, Matt Ryan
Pass the bitch up, Matt Ryan
Got some racks tucked, I ain't lyin'
We servin' dope in the night time
I’m moving in that Yayo from L.A. to muhfuckin' Paris, I'm turning it white now
Servin' that yayo right now
Hop out that bitch with a model, I don't evеn post her, you wouldn't even know, huh
I'm 'bout to fuck up thе throttle, I'm pushin' the Bentley just like it's a boat, huh, yeah
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Get a bag, servin’ it to the zombies
I'm in New York with mad hoes, they all do that coke, that shit just around me
I can't talk to my fave ho 'cause I think that she mad I fuck with her homie
And we pushin' that Tahoe, servin' mad folks on the street, I ain't even gon' hold you
N***a, yeah, we the mob, who told you?
Mafia boss, who told you?
You gotta shut your mouth to keep your life, lil' baby, I told you
This shit ain't no gang, but this not a game, we got some soldiers (Some soldiers)
Just fucked this ho from out the city
And I got money waitin' on me up in the A, I'm makin' plays
You know I'm big Lord Piero, I ain't worried 'bout no ho up in my face
You just can't be on what we on, we get the cash then hit the bank
[Chorus]
I just fucked this ho from out the city
And I don't fuck with these peons, these n***as get crashed up in the A
Been abidin' by the rules, can't break the code, that's what I'll bleed
We do not speak on the cell phone, n***as tryna get a case
I was broken with my thoughts, I felt like hangin' from a tree
My n***a speak from the jail phone, shit get to me everyday
I can't vibe without my stick, I'm paranoid up in these streets
So what you trustin' a bitch for? That's how you put up in that grave

[Outro]
I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not too easy to deceive
I won't trust a single bitch, I'm not retarded, can't you see
I got a Glock right on my hip, in case these n***as need to cease

[PART II: WHITE PARIS]

[Intro]
C'est beau, n'est-ce pas?
Woah, woa-oa-oa-oah, woah, woah
I heal my broken hearts with pesos, can't trip 'bout no ho
We move that cocaine, my runners bring that shit from SoHo
I can't fear no man, I'll run this shit up in a Polo
Okay, okay

[Verse]
I'm in Paris, eatin' on Lo mein for the low-low
I'm the Devil in Prada, pimp my bitch in the ride, her name like Coco
She told me she was an angel, but she got secrets, she don't post those
She like gettin' high, but she don't like paparazzi, please no photos
I stay dressed for a funeral, but I'm not sure who died yet
Every day I wake up tired, I still get flyer, that's just my mindset
I'ma put this shit on God, I'm raisin' the bar, you n***as can't fight this
Take care of all of my broads, that's on my life, my baby some fine shit
Yeah, sometimes we don't act right, baby girl, that's how we be
But I'ma stick down for my brothers, I'ma stay right by the creed
We got this shit right out the gutter, if you don't like it, you can leave
Bro be speedin' off codeine, it get hard for him to breathe
It get hard for us all, can't let it all fall, can't suck my teeth
I got love for all the bitches that was lyin' to me, cheatin'
'Cause now I’m draped in cocaine money, I'm laughin' with the cheese, yeah
[Outro]
C'mon
I made it snow in Paris, I got white powder all on the streets
Keep a kilo in these baggies, I dish 'em out to these fiends
I'ma get it how I got to, a hundred racks in my jeans