Yeah Hahahaha Le go Kush in the sweets Belie that Yeah Comin' through killin' What to do? Nothin' Over here grindin' Over here hustlin' Gettin' my money Killin' foolshit niggas Fuckin' my pussy Makin' people cry You know I'm a boss Always boss So shut your fuckin' mouth Tell 'em hoes I'm comin' Comin' and runnin' this shit Doin' what I want Bird Vauro is strong What do you know about him? I'm gonna blow your head Money on my mind Bitches on my dick Haters on my feet I ain't cum yet To this pussy so wet Money on the ground I can show you how I put it down Bird Hah Ok Tell me what you see when you look my face Killin' foolshit nigga like it's mortal race While in the studio, me and my book My homies're cookin' that shit in the kitchen like chicken Doin' the way I like, I get more fans In my bedroom, gettin' bitch like ham All the hoes know me, so I'm feelin' like an extraterrestrial Háh Ok Yeah Comin' through sky Watchin' a lot of people sad And while they're sad, I'm smokin' my crack Life is a bitch Money is a bitch See a lot of people tryna get their lives doin' shit So fuck the world Makin' letters with strange words Talkin' truth, shit Lemme talk what I think and feel, bitch If you're hatin' Sorry to tell you but you're dead You can belie that I wish could be incredible, to make trouble I heard you talkin' about cash What do you know about cash? In this bullshit, you gotta move fast if you wanna get some shit So stop talkin' and resolve what you gotta resolve This life don't belong us Focus Then don't be lookin' me to this shit on the face Change, admire, overcome, overtake Yeah Knockin' all on your way, you can get it But take it eazy Look up to the tree and count till three Like I told you, I'm a stuntin', I'm a daw All I do is ball Ladies on my row Now it's time to throw I'm gonna make 'em suck my raw dick Take picture 'cause I'm the future While these niggas're trippin', I'm gettin' culture Makin' some success on your ass Motherfucker Aaww Yeah nigga You know nigga This is for all my homies You already know the rules, niggas, and team too If you cross, you die Yeah See look me in the mirror Shut these legs like a sizar All night long in the party makin' another million shawty My money so clean My money machine My face in the Facebook My nigga so good Me and my daughter, spendin' couple dollars Bring more dorup How about this shit Put me in this shit Pull up to the club Hit them niggas like dorup To my pistol, get your head popped Pop that pussy all night She knows I get it right This is the yellow tape, shit If you cross, you die Puttin' your mommy to cry Damn