Chorus
I rip it down, like i ain't got nothing to lose
Sit it down, i don't want y'all to get it confused
Still busting a gat when sh** gets criticaaal
Originaaal, jiggas the future flow digitaaal
That's cool, i was the first one with it
And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it
But i done did it
And still you running around thinking you got something on me
I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me
Selling records, being you but still you want to be me
Y'all rapping-a** n***as, y'all funny to me
Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the f** you done to that?
Where all the ice with all the platinum under that?
Damn playboy, where the f** is the hummer at?
When i see them in the street, i don't see none of that
All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack
And now you got these young cats acting like they slung gats
Verse two:
Imaginary players
Chorus: (4x)
You crazy, you fugazzi, and loco with dough papo
I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough
Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough
You got show dough, little to no dough
That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money
I got blood money, straight up thug money
That down south master p, bout it bout it sh**
I spit the hottest sh**, you need it i got it sh**
You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money
I got bail money, xxl money
Knocked up, marked up, f**ed up in the game money
I never change money 'cause n***as got strange money
I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money
You beer money, i'm all year money
Fed time follow me around, deep cover sh** n***a
That's the nice motherf**er sh**
I spit that other sh**
Verse one:
Check it
I'm going to show you how to do it
Bottom line
I got to be the pioneer of this sh**
When all y'all chicks thought it was silver and sh**
Wearing that platinum sh**
When all y'all n***az thought it was beer and sh**, you know
I was popping that cristal
I gotta be like the pioneer to this sh**, you know
I mean like
Yeah
Verse three:
Groupies i leave them all f**ed
n***as - awe struck
Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks
Last year, when n***as thought it was all up
But this year i've done it again, jigga!
What the f**
n***a stop whining, jigga, still shining
n***as kept complaining so i copped more diamonds
Rock more versace, ain't nothing sweet
I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party
Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me
Bet 50, not dollars either i brought some dough with me
I flow like the 5 series, in various areas
And blow holes in your weak n***as theories
It's funny how one verse can f** up the game
You bought a 4.0 you better get your change
Ain't no platinum in those cartiers, switch your frame
Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane
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