[Verse 1] Clip 2.7.5 I might f** around & draw my verse out I might f** around & take your purse now I might make a million off a track & never rap Feet up on the beach, I'm k**in sh**, I'm on repeat Make another Milli cuz a n***a know I can b**hes wanna feel me from Miami to Japan, whoa And a playa runnin wit the klan So Tryna get this money in my hands, Ho Ride out coolie in the vans, low While my plans go straight bananz Loc'd out, stacked up paper bands So don't hate ya mans Or ill break ya dance I'll make a n***a do a head spin daw While blowin on the best Endo While flippin' on the West end ho Chillin with my n***as Gat On the couch, in the crib Got the chicken with the wings & the sauce in the dish n***a, Niko in the back with the Fro.. what it is? All my dawgs on the phone, on a call, talkin biz Hold up your sketchbook Do you get it? Flip that sh** into a checkbook [Hook] That's right I'm fillin up my sketchbook Write a couple rhymes & flip that sh** into a checkbook [Verse 2] NIKO IS I might f** around & get a Corvette All my people buying sh** we can't afford yet Credit card or check? More debt, more debt.. Thats why we're alone, and they're interested, thats corporate Powerful.. b**h i'm smokin sour doe, it's how i go Getting fed swine, making headlines like my forehead I'm important, super ethnic & imported Afghani mink carpet on the floor dead Got a chick from Guadalajara sippin whiskey with Guarana Bruh i drink a lot, i think A lot of the times i'm just really tryna call the shots Bang.. Golly i invented swag, i'm Dali with the pen & pad I'm probably out in Trinidad.... James [Hook] That's right I'm fillin up my sketchbook Write a couple rhymes & flip that sh** into a checkbook