[Verse 1: CML]
Let Hank talk his shit
Million dollar n***a I'm as good as it gets
I rock a lot of ice because I'm hotter than some grits
Looking for that motherfucking hoe that you was with
You pouring up a deuce, blood I'm pouring up a brick
Wide-body Benz with the AMG kit
I blew $30,000 now I'm looking for a lick
I'm up and down the blade n***a looking for a bitch
Police at my daddy house, we did another skit
Go and pick your n***a up, we did another hit
Flexing on the suckers that can't fuck with me a bit
I knock the baddest bitches because they know a n***a lit
I'm looking like some money, richest n***a in my city
Heavyweight Hank, ain't nobody fucking with me
I'm worth a couple million, heard some n***as out to get me
I pulled up in they hood with some killers riding with me
I got too many hoes, I can't fuck with you I'm busy
I'm in the bitch ear, when I'm done she gon' be dizzy
My last bitch left but I know that hoe miss me
I got a full clip for anybody that's against me
Applying all this pressure, I've been eating for a minute
It's beef in the streets, I ain't out bitch I'm in it
My foot up on they neck, man I swear these boys timid
You love being broke, but I swear I don't get it
N***a say he robbed me, I know a n***a didn't
A n***a rob me, his whole family gon' be missing
Flexing with a $100,000 had to say I'm tripping
Get that boy a thong, 'cause that n***a stay bitching
She chose with a heavyweight, she made that decision
She got up on her knees and gave me head on collision
All I see is money, ain't no fucking up my vision
I been had a blue check, n***a did I mention?
He stared at my chain man, I feel a little tension
He tried to snatch this, give that boy the whole extension
Put him on the news since he begging for attention
I got a lot to lose, but my trigger finger itching
I don't like to talk, I think everybody snitching
I'm fucking on my hoe, on the floor, in my kitchen
I love going shopping n***a, everyday is Christmas
I got another hoe, she in Detroit like the Pistons
[Verse 2: Prince Quell]
I got a lot of dough, my pockets flipped I know they pissed
This n***a loving on that hoe, we been ran through that bitch
Bro shooting trying to score, like he playing for the Knicks
She know that a n***a balling, 'cause I always stay dripped
I ain't taking no losses, all a n***a do is win
And they know I'm pimping hard, all that n***a do is simp
I let her blow me like a vent
We in the foreign behind tints
I'm just flexing in my bag, n***a let me talk my shit
I been counting up these bands, got my hands cropping up
She gon' blow me, then my mans, all these bitches is some sluts
Every time I walk in, them groupies start acting up
You n***as wouldn't bust a grape or sting a bee y'all ain't tough
I just counted 20 G's I had stashed in the tuck
I could never love no hoe, just get the bag then I cut
They say this piece shining on me, is it flashing or what?
They praying on my downfall, I'm just hoping I stay up
Them boys acting like they balling, but I been caught they bluff
Like a Thanksgiving turkey, all my pockets stay stuffed
We run them n***as out the city, man they ass ain't get up
It's only bosses at this table n***a you can't hang with us
I swear they undercover agents working with the police
I'll have her down all night, youngster get no sleep
I beat it like Mike, night night, go to sleep
Got me feeling like Pac, it's all eyes on me