[Intro]
What you talkin bout?
No matter how hard you try, you'll never be me
The old Smoove ain't a fuckin burger
Shut the fuck up [?]

[Verse 1]
I bet a dime that you ain't got a dime
VS make you blind
Send a hit, it's a homicide
I ain't never lie
I got sticks, boy I wish you'd try
Hollow hit yo eye
I'm so rich, you so broke, just like yo hoe
If it's cold, Moncler coats
In Miami on a boat
I got pints
No time for [?]
Yo cup be to light
My bitch a Benz, yo bitch a Ford, I'm what you can't afford
Palm angels, and some dior
You wake up and do my chores
Is she your's, I just get head when I'm bored
N***a you a burger showin shit that ain't your's
Hoppin in the coupe, makin a hoe open my door
You keep you receipts, take it back after you wore
I just bought some more Prada's, don't give a fuck bout no Jordans
N***a this exotic, it'll have yo ass snorin
Way before I shot a video I was out tourin
I don't measure no more, It don't matter what I'm pourin
[Bridge]
You know
I'm a founding father
Of this unit we call the franchise
We're franchise players (allstars)
Super stars and-
[?] you know what I'm sayin
It's like the top tier class
But what you not

[Verse 2]
In New York just to shop
Damn that's a cheap watch
Bust that Rollie for a dub
Si's what you got
I can hit em from the corner
Just like X on the dot
Smokin strong Marijuana
Shit my momma call it pot
Told my momma, I'm a star like Pac but I ain't dyin
Told my momma, I'm a star like Pac but I ain't lyin
N***a this the ambitions of this choppa on my side
N***a these the ambitions of that choppa when it glide
Camped out for some days, why you ain't never around
You the type to get shot and tell 12 the whole 9
I'm the type to see you out and spit some fire out my nine
You ain't even worth the bag that my bitch got on her side