[Talking]
There's too much paper to get f** a b**h...
There's too much paper to get f** a b**h
It's too much paper to get, for real
But I can't count it all
f** being around a b**h
I wanna be around my dogs, whoo!, uh
I'll do the hook like that
Just let it play do the verse
[Verse 1]
I'm thinkin' of a master plan
Like y'all n***as movin' too slow I got a faster plan
I got a faster hand and a faster mind
Real gangstas never have to scream pa** the nine
Cause we masterminds when it come to gettin' loot
In half the time, we ride around in drop top coupes
Oops I did it again another b**h in my Benz homes
When times get hard who can a n***a depend on?
A few n***as, my true n***as
From day one, DJ Screw n***as
I coulda hurt n***as but I tried to help n***as
I'm spittin' fire cause everytime I melt n***as
I got three mics plus one on my arm
The Freestyle King and the f**in' Leprechaun
I'm from the dirty dirty, I know you n***as heard me
And if you owe me you better f**in' reimburse me b**h