It's that Silicon flow I got that sun dance vision, nigga you know Got damn, I got album of the year, Three in, imagine how these wack rappers feel I've been niggas all year Bill, me and them white names got somethin' in common Bills, I got 'em, I've been at rich houses, I've to rich hills The homie got that Tommy, that's somethin' that he'll feel Look though, really off the hook though My fam straight, my homies got money on books though Lately my bitch been on me I'm like I'm in the studio, let me cook though RJ shit, my homies is killin' shit But I'm tryna convince 'em to be on some dealin' shit I can't blame 'em cause mamas, they don't give a shit So I fronted some work, told 'em they can get rich Get rich, get rich, get Mama I finally get it, hard then get rich Lately, I've been on some solo Cortez, long socks, I've been on my shit Bitch you keep trippin', I'ma let be bygones up in the house with high nines, I'm like Hi mom But I'm right on my nigga shit what, she fuckin' and suckin', she with the shit, let's flip this bitch Let's flip a pound, send it out of town, then it down And no respect for the hoes that wasn't fuckin', but it now Bust it down, bust it down, bust it You can profit three and five hundred dollars if you bust it down Send me the plan, I'ma how to execute My management like up YG, I'm like, I ain't waitin' on you It's that two thousand and fifteen Kill yourself if you gettin' dough Hold up, keep winning, keep winning, winning You speak it to existence, nigga, keep winning said Dre made a billion I'm like, shit, I can do it if he did it Fuckin' on babymama Her pussy loose, her walls broke down, she ain't got no was like, YG you shouldn't go there I said, Bitch, I think I'm the Shocker, I got no limits Fuck niggas, they ain't livin' what they talkin' 'bout Even with a million I'll still spark it out Fuck these niggas, fuck niggas, fuck these niggas They wasn't shootin' with me in the gym so fuck niggas I'm Rydin', where my dogs at? Where them that fuck them bitches on their paws at? Nigga two and fifteen On the front porch sellin' sacks for fifteen, nigga