[Intro: Sample & Planet Asia]
I don't know nothing
You understand me? I don't know shit, I'm lucky
I threw seven seventeen times
And my numbers up but I kept the money
Yeah
Big gun shit
Break out the armored trucks
Duffles
Yeah
Uh

[Verse 1: Planet Asia]
New me, new money, blue hunnids
Chain flooded, champagne gang we thugging
The OG told me keep it simple
Put God first, myself, get money and never let 'em see you cripple
And if you shining, better cop a piece, I took the advice
And ever since been on the turf grinding like soccer cleats
Bottles of Taittinger, models is passengers
Nautica splashing ya, the God product of Africa
Bet money, your favorite rapper rapper still gets money
You never was shit, you lame and your bitch ugly
Far as the fighting go, don't fool yourself, the God’ll shoot you
In your motherfucking face, call it a righteous blow
I spark pages with a thought, I'm for the money in the vault
The new and improved mode running the dark ages
I searched every crank and cranny to find this
Live shit, fermented beats dirty like '96, rewind this

[Verse 2: Planet Asia]
These are sacred scriptures, high-end art
I paint the pictures, the canvas is covered in liquid
Or a glyphic, brainwave slaves can sniff it
Shit's terrific, mechanism is tedious misfit
Keeping shit lit wild parties, fly shawties, bitches get the clit licked
On my recording, Jordan championships is what I'm spitting
Four in the morning, still absorbing thoughts throughout my history
Past or present, the performance has been enormous
Next stop Cuba, my dress code is Grand Puba
In the Bermuda, underwater my Nautica scuba
It's just a cool flip, I know I'm preaching to the pool pit
But the shit is wavy like a cruise ship
Free Max B, it's for the culture but it's for the bag
You joker, my shit is kosher like a Jewish patty
I woke up, hired for the job, I did it gladly
Timeless scientist lines, never-lyin' list, rewind this

[Outro: Planet Asia]
Armored tank shit
Yeah