[Verse 1:]
You n***as know how much I made on my twenties
Your baby daddy book I buried in our twenties
I had mad when I was up going like nine cubits
You know Gucci had that sh** for six fifty
In 1995, I ain't had a pretty pinckney
2005 man, I had that n***a ugly milli
The most hated in the game
n***a ask 50
I went broke
I ain't never had 160
Sometimes I do a show the say the wanna shot me
So when I think about it I wish I had a truck with me
I might just call a n***a bluff
And see if he f** with me
My star status n***as can't get enough muggie
My own status can't touch me
No you can't touch me
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Got a hundred n***a rush
Hundred n***a rush
Not a rush with them all with me
Rush them all with me
Dare a n***a f**ing touch me
Dare a n***a touch me
Got a hundred Russian n***a
And they say the wanna rush up
Drinking Vodka with a Russian b**h
You know I wanna f**
Tell her never say a dope again
Never say a dope again
Whippin dope
I'm whippin dope and not a junkers rushing in
[Verse 2:]
Hit around the city with a hundred in my pope bag
Dropping half a pound a cash
With the b**h cause she too bad
Rush into the room
Getting head
And the drop head
She ate the little left
And told me it can win a price tag
Rich, I ain't wealthy
Just a n***a with a big bag
If you ain't work for million dollars
I don't want to chit chat
Your baby momma eat a n***a dead
Like a kit cat
Kicking up a never b**h
Never get to chill back
You k** that n***a for me
I will make you a rich man
Kick spice on my kicks
Like I can;t find a falcon
Before I got in the game
I was selling cherry girl
Put her into texting
Put her number in the trash can
[Chorus]