[Intro: Don Trip]
And the whole world, loves it when you sing the blues, da daa, da da, da daa daa
[Hook: Don Trip]
Im still on my job
I got work to do until my mom can quit her job
Put it all on me, maybe I won't let her starve
R.I.P. to Lil Paper, turn back round and robbed Paul
All i got in this world is my word and my balls
At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by your broad
Got a fully loaded pistol with my back against the wall
If it's me against the world, then i plan to take'em all
[Verse 1: Don trip]
You lil' n***as too soft, cotton balls
And I ball, Cotton Bowl
Talk cash sh**, that's all I know
Spit game so sick I might stop your nose
High, im fly with a flock of hoes
Let a b**h ride me she love control
Been 14 months since i sh**ted on n***as so pardon me, while i drop a load
These lil' rappers got way too comfortable
Boy you're sweeter than Jaylin's jungle juice
Hit your block, with all these drums, your neighbors will think a parade was comming through
Call your b**h like, "Bae im coming through"
She like, "Oh, Okay I'm waiting boo"
I'm so sorry if you think im saving you
Your chances are shorter than Daisy's daisy dukes
I'm too great to lose
So fly, i just flew the coop
Grey hair, guess i'm getting old
Still getting blown like chicken noodle soup
Who gon' stop me, im still waiting on a candidate
All these busters swear they're riders, until they're riding in an ambulance
I'm more wealthy than i've ever been
Success it is sweeter than gelatin
I'm bout it bout it, and all my closets
Got choppers inside 'em not skeletons
I stick to the money like it's magnetic
I'm saving my heart for Ms. Halle Berry
I live life faster than Kyle Petty
Your money's funny, Malcolm & Eddie
Make you disappear, Malcolm the edit
Fresh out the jungle, Serengeti
May God look after the unlucky ba*tard
Who left with the ha**le to come and get me (WHOO)
Me so arrogant, me no give no f**
Pop Quiz, who the sh**? Alright pencils up
Where my competition? Oh i wish them luck
Cause i don't give a sh**, and im not giving in, and i'm not giving up
Rob the game blind, alright stick'em up
f** your feelings until i get a nut
All this money still i can't get enough
Count so slow Shawty im not in a rush
[Hook: Don Trip]
Im still on my job
I got work to do until my mom can quit her job
Put it all on me, I bet I won't let her starve
R.I.P. to Lil Paper, turn back round and robbed Paul
All i got in this world is my word and my balls
At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by your broad
Got a fully loaded pistol with my back against the wall
If it's me against the world, then i plan to take'em all