[Chorus]
Money make up like all my anatomy
Heard he died, but it sound like a tragedy
I'm independent, no limit like Master P
I just do what I want and they mad at me
Them bullets come down like a rain drop
I been ignorin' ya main thot
Pardon my Glock, make ya brain pop
Lil' shawty, I'm switchin' the lanes now

[Verse]
[?], I'm all in yo' veins
Came in white, yeah it look like cocaine
I want my chips, [?] that boy like he LAY'S
I'm feelin' presidential like Hussein
GUCCI not 'bout it, the fuck is you sayin'?
Came with the stick, shoot the Glock out yo' hand
Somewhere chillin' wit' yo' bitch in the sand
Say that shе itchin' me, she just a fan
I hope my еnemies ready to [?]
[?] for the energy, I got the shit
These n***as sellin' out 'cause you a bitch
Boy I ain't signing shit, fuck the pen
All of my n***as [?]
Boy, he snaking you two times
I ain't tryna see nothin' but blue lines
N***as ask me, they somethin' like croutons
I'ma blast 'em, you sneeze and I pop up
Where was you when I was in lock-up?
I was fifteen, still nobody that came to come get me
Askin' questions, you swear they was wit' me
Make 'em [?] nobody like, "Get shit"
All alone kickin' shit like Karate Kid
I'ma fuck her, I'on' care if yo' buddy did
I won't fuck if yo' body ain't even done
Fuck them, ain't losing money, need all my funds
[Chorus]
Money make up like all my anatomy
Heard he died, but it sound like a tragedy
I'm independent, no limit like Master P
I just do what I want and they mad at me (Uh)
Them bullets come down like a rain drop (Rain drop)
I been ignorin' ya main thot (Main thot)
Pardon my Glock, make ya brain pop (BrainPOP)
Lil' shawty, I'm switchin' the lanes now

[Outro]
Up like all my anatomy
Heard he died, but it sound like a tragedy
I'm independent, no limit like Master P
I just do what I want and they mad at me
Them bullets come down like a rain drop
I been ignorin' ya main thot
Pardon my Glock, make ya brain pop
Lil' shawty, I'm switchin' the lanes now
[?], I'm all in yo' veins
Came in white, yeah it look like cocaine
I want my chips, [?] that boy like he LAY'S
I'm feelin' presidential like Hussein
GUCCI not 'bout it, the fuck is you sayin'?
Came with the stick, shoot the Glock out yo' hand
Somewhere chillin' wit' yo' bitch in the sand
Say that she itchin' me, she just a fan
I hope my enemies ready to [?]
[?] for the energy, I got the—