We cop Rozay by the cases, Forces by the cases
Three hundred dollar True Religion, we cop em by the cases
Lawyer fight my cases, Gucci's got no laces
Bakin' Soda by the cases, in the kitchen doin' the matrix
Go up, down, up, down, my top doing the matrix
I'll need a model, we don't ride sh** basic
Everything kitty, c**aine crazy
b**h they hit my phone, they f**ed up my situation
DJ droppin' Gotti, dope boy's all went cray
Shoot a thousand, bet a thousand, gambling with your savings
Kitchen doing numbers, I may need a helper
b**h said she wasn't f**ing, so you know a n***a left her
Rozay by the cases, rubbers by the boxes
They all that I'm the sh**, so how the f** she gon' be co*ky?
Yeah these hoes be foxy, yeah, my eyes be rockin'
I pulled up in that white cutla**, 4:15 that ba** was droppin'
We cop Rozay by the cases, Forces by the cases
Three hundred dollar True Religion, we cop em by the cases
Lawyer fight my cases, Gucci's got no laces
Bakin' Soda by the cases, in the kitchen doin' the matrix
I am gearin' to the money, all upper cases
Trap on fire, I stay down the street from Satan
Hell on Earth, I say hello to my neighbor
Ghetto n******g got a mansion, and I'm still stealing cable
Still air force ridin', I should get sky mileage
Try me in the club, we gon' whoop your a** inside it
All my hoes excited, damn yo weed is quiet
Plug getting mad, cause he think I'm gon' retire
Just had a case, lawyer ask for a dismissal
Real d-boy, I gotta settle for some Christmas
Me and Yo Gotti, from Atlanta down to Memphis
Getting money I could pay you n***a, fool, pay attention
Favorite rapper dead, so the gamin' got borin'
Pulled up in some foreign, drop the top and hit the horn
Snatched out doin' a hundred, they like Gotti where ya goin'?
I got a b**h from THU, I'm 'bout to scoop her from the dorm
Yeah, we doin' the matrix, call her children of the corn
f**in', somethin' ain't right, 'n she gon' swallow my unborn
Friends say she whorrin', talkin' bout she goin'
Say she want that Luis bag, I asked her which one
It's not a big issue n***a, know my ho can get it
I could get your bottle, truckload fill up my whole kitchen
Why these n***as b**hin, when they come down to they b**hes
All these excuses, all this trickin, man I guess they just ain't get me