[Pre-Chorus]
I'm just trying to make my music and f** hoes in my Jacuzzi
But I hear n***as talking foolish
Got that 30 round on me partner, please don't make me prove it
[Verse 1]
That money make me obnoxious
Self centered, intolerable
If I can't make no dollars off you, b**h I don't even wanna talk to you
f** your feelings, f** your point of view
I couldn't care less about what you're going through
Real recognize real
And I'm not so sure of you biiitch
f** you what from me?
I am not handing out charity
Gold diggers wanna marry me
Someone tell them hoes to seek therapy
I got enough stress
I got money from that f**ed up deal that I still ain't touch yet
It's me, myself, and I
You think we give a f** if that makes you upset?
Truthfully, no truthfully
What else could you do to me
I watched Momma pawn all of her j**elry, just so she can buy food to eat
You know who wins if it's you or me
I ain't half the Sane as I use to be
You damn right I been losing Sleep
I been on a three year losing streak
But I ain't lost a step
I was in too deep, than I caught my Breath
They say that experience is the best teacher, in that case, I guess I taught myself
Burner on my, no that ain't nothing new
Same n***a from last year
The truth is I couldn't change even if I was a Cashier
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm just trying to make my music and f** hoes in my Jacuzzi
But I hear n***as talking foolish
Got that 30 round on me partner, please don't make me prove it
[Chorus]
I say please don't make me prove, please don't make me prove it
If I pull that Son b**h out, then that means I gotta use it
I say please don't make me prove, please don't make me proof it
If I pull that Son b**h out, then that means I gotta use it
[Verse 2]
I say f** whoever don't Rock With me
n***a your opinion is so obsolete
I put a price on your thinking Cap and then all my Goons go on a shopping spree
I ain't making no Twitter rants, I'm too motherf**ing sitting phat
I got too much dough to be desperate and not enough to be kicking back
It go red b**h, brown b**h, Mix-N-Match
I f** 'em but I never Deal with them
I'm a dog a** n***a but they still dig me
I get more p**y than kitty litter
I wake up and see Billboards, that means I see the bigger picture
I'm 'bout my Cut like a surgeon's scalpel or a razor blade and a pair of scissors biiitch
I'm all I got and I got no complaints
Pistol full of prayers and my heart filled with Novacane
Dollar after dollar trying to reach my quota
That's why I wake up to grind like a cup of Folgers
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm just trying to make my music and f** hoes in my Jacuzzi
But I hear n***as talking foolish
Got that 30 round on me partner, please don't make me prove it
[Chorus]
I say please don't make me prove, please don't make me prove it
If I pull that Son b**h out, then that means I gotta use it
I say please don't make me prove, please don't make me proof it
If I pull that Son b**h out, then that means I gotta use it