[Verse 1:]
Ma money short but it used to be long
In front a ma mama's home, sellin d drone (the drone, drone)
Yea gupe, gupe,gupe, yea paypay (yea papypay,papypay)
Yea yola (yola, yola), yea cola (cola, cola)
Winnin em at they own game, pushin dem pale a** sugar cane
A1 top grade (ugh)
I want d finest in life, f** wid ma love ones n***a ima k** you twice (k** you twice)
(Twice, twice) yea twice!, 3 times, yea thrice!
Yous a cat, yous a feline, yous a kitten
You ain't got through rights at a weddin
You got me all d way f**in f**ed up
I got a enough paper to have your son don't show up
[Chorus:]
(Don't try this at home)
No money back guarantee, f** it ima give you gang fo' free
I think I'm right, but you think I'm wrong
Don't try this at home (Don't try this at home)
Don't try this at home[x2]
[Verse 2:]
Fresh to d**h, like I belong in a coffin
Young Philphy Rich, I'm d fliest n***a walkin
Yellow tape, betta proceed wit caution
Wit my young high heels they be higher than a morson
I murk d track wit Thuggy an 40
Posted on d block I'll be thuggin wid d 40
Slide through I give you 8 fo' d 40
Next time you come you betta coppa ho oz
Fake n***as don't try this at home, see me near you've entered the k** zone
Where dem AKs knock off a n***a own
He ain't from aroun here, he might not make it home
It's young Phiphy Rich fake n***as imitate
You masturbate, while a real n***a penetrate
A couple n***as in ma circle had to eliminate
Cause they was tryna steal a food from a n***a's plate
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
(Okay, here we go)
Hold up, parental advisory
I get so waddy when d liquor get inside me
Broke not hardly, smoke like Martin
Hoe like sitting like she sittin on a Harley
Who go harm me, you an what army
Live watch chillin room, ma k**ers be swarmin
Take two money shots, call me in d mornin
Cover me I'm goin in, without no warnin
I think I'm right, ma mama think I'm wrong
Say I'm rockin wid d chrome, make sure I make it home
Early in d mornin, d kitchen shakin salts
Nickel an dime, n***a six figures forelong
Don't try this at d crib, all ma n***as thuggin like this where I live
Stevie Joe I don't need ID, the lil n***as in d hood wanna be like me, mothaf**a