I'ma chase this cheese right now
And I'ma be straight by the time I stop
I'm on my grind getting loose
And I'ma be rich by the time I'm through
I gotta drop my nuts and make this run
A million plus by the time I'm done
Left the bullshit alone
Gotta handle this business
Its gone be on by the time I'm finished

I'm from baton rouge but ain't no such thang as handouts
If you don't hustle you don't stand out hands down
N***a my nuts dropped that's why my pants down
Paper by any means and I ain't playin' round
Either you stand up or stand down its on you
I'ma get this money you can be broke if you want to
I wasn't rapping I'd be jacking these n***as up
While chillin' wit n***as up in [?]
Man I ain't tryna lose weight I gotta eat this lunch
And don't like [?] up put me in the front
Put the weed in the blunt tryna think of what to do next
The police be picking up all my n***as wonder who next
Somebody must be talking or something
If you a rat stay away cause you ain't walkin' or something
My mine been clogged up all I been thinking is money
So I put on my pants laced my shoes and fuck it