[Intro]
Yeah
On my shit boy
Marce baby
Ugh
Blah, yeah, huh

[Verse 1]
Tires spinning on wide-body Benzes
(?) I might hop out in karate slippers
Stick with the broccoli in it
So much ice I’m where by the hockey stick is
Listen (?) I ain’t have a pot to piss in
Play my position, listen
I probly should have been on the (?)
But ended up in the mix with them chickens (slanging)
Seconds on the Patek, ticking
Flexing on these bitches
I know they seen me come up out the trenches
Ugh
Top ten to pimp, how could I not be mentioned?
Your minor ten cents could not buy my attention
They want my kind of thinking men behind them fences
That’s not where men with common sense is
Ironic how that gem came out of prison (facts)
I’m in my element, I feel like a otter swimming (swimming)
OshKosh B’Gosh supply the denim
I blossom out the bottom where they killing
N***as killing n***as
While I’m writing lyrics with my ailing fingers
You was flying and they clipped you, left you wingless (wooo)
I’m the champ of the ringless
I was stamped official, the man who was relinquished
Not the kind to link with
Was once a juvenile delinquent
Now I move around with Franklins
My jewelry shine, my diamond bracelet (ugh)
Chanel shoelaces, Cubans glaciers
Might treat a human like a cube
Stake and ate his plate, scrape it
Goodness Gracious
Spray up the Bathing Ape fit, I went apeshit
Kate fit
I bet the whole case of Cris I’m the greatest pimp
Covered all bases from A to Zinc
Huh
Covered all bases from A to Zinc
Fuck you think (yeah)
[Hook]
We came up from the bottom doing licks
Borrowing chips
Dreams to bang models, swallow Cris but
By tomorrow we’ll be rich
Ugh
By tomorrow we’ll be rich
Yeah
We came up from the bottom doing licks
Borrowing chips
Dreams to bang models, swallow Cris but
By tomorrow we’ll be rich
What
By tomorrow we’ll be rich

[Verse 2]
Yo
Let’s cut to the chase
We was cutting up base in my mother’s place
Rub on the trey eight
Nothing I say is fake (nothing)
Crushed grapes, (?) play Ma$e
Fuck til the day break by the lake
Puff a eighth, eyes dilate
Don’t you ever try and violate (ever)
I’ll slide you like a bob sleigh with my compadre
Hit you with five for coming at the God sideways (bap bap)
So miss me with that hippie rap (miss me)
I blow a 50 pack out the Bentley
N***a stick riding piggyback
My shit be sounding like Biggie back
Send this to Rizzy
I won’t be chilling til I touch a couple hundred milli (ugh)
It’s not really, money don’t make me (nope)
Cause either way I’m still filthy
You gon’ feel me til they fucking kill me
If you ain’t up for drills, tuck your jewelry (tuck it)
We don’t cry over spilled milk or spilled tea within my realty (nah)
The fact of the matter
The bubble bath splash and lather, laughter
Watching Dallas on my plasma
Marce baby
[Hook]
We came up from the bottom doing licks
Borrowing chips
Dreams to bang models, swallow Cris but
By tomorrow we’ll be rich
Ugh
By tomorrow we’ll be rich
Yeah
We came up from the bottom doing licks
Borrowing chips
Dreams to bang models, swallow Cris but
By tomorrow we’ll be rich
What
By tomorrow we’ll be rich