[Verse 1]
I’m around the bullshit like a matador
I’m used to the bullshit, it don’t matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak ni**a break down
So what you want, the cheese or the chicks?
You want the chicks but you want the cheese
A b***h gotta eat
I’m havin’ the epiphany you ni**as ain’t sh*t to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I’m from
I’m a southside ni**a, yeah I’m ‘bout mine
You be that next ni**a coroners come and outline
You ain’t made of what I’m made of
You a bum ni**a with a bum bitch
Your shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers
What kind of rich ni**a b***h look like that?

[Hook]
You all know when we pullin’ off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin’ down the top
Shine’s on stuntin’ and I’m pullin’ out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won’t pull it out a lot
But front, I’ll make it pop
Y’all don’t do it how we do
Niggas ain’t on the sh*t we on
Everything new
Spikes on the Louis Vuittons
We up, ni**a!

[:: VERSE 2 ::]
Eat pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch
Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy
Bulletproof front flash, shinin’, Armor All
It feels like a ni**a dreamin’
Seat back, music bumpin’, ni**as leanin’
Bulls eye, that’s what we came for
The bread, now a ni**a run the game, boy
I should’ve sent the broad to report what’s in the yard
Aloof livin’, I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, it’s embedded in the brain
I’m in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame

[Hook]

[:: VERSE 3 ::]
‘Round the world tourin’, the city got borin’
Bury Mike with cash, no life insurance
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Need a ranch, got too many horses