Yeah, okay
Lil CC, on the beat, hm
Yeah, yeah
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
I got hoes that Im keepin in the dark
I got my niggas cross the street living large
Thinking back to the fact that they dead
Thought my raps wasnt facts til they sat with the bars
I got two phones, one need a charge
Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart
I got big packs coming on the way
I got big stacks coming out the safe…
I got Lil Max with me, he the wave…
Its a big gap between us in the game
In the next life, Im tryna stay paid
When I die, put my money in the grave
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat, Realest Nigga on my face
Lil CC, let it slap with the bass
I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape
Now Im like, Nah, love, Im good, go away
Aint about to die with no money, I done gave it
I was on top when that shit meant a lot
Still on top like Im scared of the drop
Still on top and these niggas wanna swap
Niggas wanna swap like its Slauson or Watts
I dont wanna change cause Im good where Im at
Mob Ties on em, always good where Im at
Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby J
Tell em when I die, put my money in the grave
Couple figures, killers call and collect collect
She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next next
Really living large, she in awe with a mack
When you niggas thinking small, in the mall with a rat rat
Roll with us if you really wanna get it get it
Go get a half a million in the Sprinter sprinter
Phone ringing, bitches know a big tipper tipper
I got the hookup and theres really no limit limit
Dead broke is in you niggas DNA DNA
Rickey Smileys in Decatur with the ye
Lil nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfucking Chase Bank, time to bounce bounce
Gotta count on my allowance gotta count on my allowance
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it do or die
A nigga dripping like I got a zillion dollars
Got the trap jumping like Zion when
I rebound, then Im out then Im out
And Ill never talk about it about it
The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest loudest
Rich niggas and Im really being modest
Cause the way I do my deals
Never treated like a artist, want house house
You could DM my accountant
My per diem six figures and Im counting
Nine figures was the goal til I hit it
These niggas aint living, so bury mine with me
Ross got it! Maybach Music
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat, Realest Nigga on my face
Lil CC, let it slap with the bass
I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape
Now Im like, Nah love Im good, go away
Aint about to die with no money, I done gave you