Bitch, get up Bitch!

Suck a niggr dick bitch

Yeah, hoe

They wanna know what I′m worth

Tell em I'm 50, tell em I′m an animal

I got the shit out the dirt

Fuck your lil turf

I won, the heir

So get out the way or get hurt

You know that money come first

And I got used to the thirst

I'm trynna teach you a lesson

I'm trynna come with some blessings

They come with no curse

I hope you′re ready for war

I never seen one that didn′t come with a hearse

Even my bitches be ready

They riding around with one in their purse

How did they get to this?

Lemme tell you again that I'm filthy rich

I done seen it and done it and done it again

You watching and talking and hoping and wishing

I′m living it

There, we just making it rain

I hit them bitches with bands (bands, bands, bands)

I make a bitch wanna dance

I wanna give her a chance (chance, chance, chance)

I make a bitch wanna make me her plan

I make a bitch wanna make me her man

I be too busy, don't focus on paper

And block them shots that be coming from haters

Did a song with Katy Perry

Bank account looking very

Very, very, very scary

To these other rappers, don′t compare me

To these other rappers I'm the blue print

Like Jay-Z, or 9 eleven

She didn′t really believe I live in paradise

Till she walked in and seen heaven

My niggrs been through hell

Let us out them cells

On the block you really can't major in

Nothing else but sales

And this might give you chills

The police got them cameras on em

My people still getting killed

So I gotta choppa and I got a pump

I eat your dinner and I eat your lunch

You looking for seconds

I'm coming for thirds, ain′t no competition

Cause I eat em up, niggr!

And I still ain′t finished cause that ain't enough

They say they want action, I′m calling it bluff

My niggrs bout action, I'm calling em up

You in the league but no, you not balling like me

I′m something like MVP

Started with nothing, was down on my last

Then I got off my ass, now I'm up on my feet

I′ve been up for like a week

Segregated from the sleep

Segregated from the weak

Meditating with the peace, niggr!

And I ain't nothing but at peace

They thought it was over, I'm back in this bitch

And these niggrs deceased, yeah they dead!

That′s what happens when coming for me

Ain′t no lacking

I'm packing I′m stacking these racks up in that brand new louis V

I got bands, bands, bands on me

Now she wanna dance, dance, dance on me

Got zanz, zanz, zanz on me

Now she wanna put her friend hands on me

Yeah, that sound good, we don't need a plan B

Every given day, a hundred bands on me

A G for the G′s these days sounds cheap

Two hundred fifty thou, we just had a slow week

(Mafia) (and we will never stop doing this shit, get used to it)

Ay, my niggr, for booking shows

First of all you wanna book a show

You gotta hit that Mother fucking bag

Hit up my niggr Ray at 901 292 O 7 95

I'm high as a motherfucker, you know what I′m saying

Oh yeah man, my niggr, you know, go check out my weed

Green suicide, at your local dispensaries, right now go

And get that shit man, green suicide is soul fire

I'm telling you my niggr, shit crazy