Luda' Listen Put your man purse of cash away You tryna get robbed, then Luda' got a faster way Cast away like Tom Hanks, stranded and deserted Bank told me I'm liquid cleaner than any laundry detergent Cash king, don't ever ask 'bout it, tell every teller to fast route it Me and broke niggas clash 'bout it, I'm brash 'bout it Overly honest, excuse the candid nature I'm runnin' my mouth, but I drink Louis with no chaser That's three hundred mixed with nothin' in a glass Skip school, but I got class, tank full, but I need gas Valedictorian of all weed emporiums So high you'd think I'd hopped in the DeLorean Went to the future, came back with a THC level of over thirty Couple Oz's, sorry I left the Peas like I'm Fergie But this Lamborghini's glamorous Paparazzi candid with all these cameras Scratch it, I'll make you pay for all these damages Insurance can't handle it, you clumsy and you bitch-made Wishin' you fake rappers slide down a giant switchblade Cut the nonsense, boys, you know you trippin' Stop the bullshit, ya nose growin' bigger than Scottie Pippen's It's a cold, cold world, but us hustlers just keep it heated Told mumble rappers to step, but I swear they paraplegic Handicap, I keep some handy caps buried in the Ruger And soon as you call the cops, I'll call all of my guns an Uber Ciun atara all mu ratinas imnasaable nutra tarrantrial unrana Five stars, all my ratings impeccable, extra terrestrial verses Have you seen what I'm worth? Because you worthless Throw ya album in the trash or the garbage disposal It's Luda' the mogul, the Bentley is local, the jet is global Fly away like Lenny Kravitz, gone to never be seen I took both of your woman's legs and everythin' in between I can't help it that I'm the chosen one with bundles of cash A hundred thousand times a thousand, bitch, you do the math Luda Shouts his name and ain't nobody comin' close to me Put your neck up in this noose and hold this rope for me Ten albums ain't nobody ever wrote for me Quoted for always sayin': Chaka, go get a quote for me Records show I ain't never put out no bullshit And half-assed rappers ain't never put out no full clip I'm always waitin' for my cue just like a pool stick For short bus rappers to take a never-endin' school trip Class in session, quit fuckin' up my profession Class in session, quit fuckin' up my profession Class in session, quit fuckin' up my profession Class in session, quit fuckin' up my profession