I just touched Ferrari to concrete I ain't home and they're talking about me out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom, nigger Free pay the bills, I'm ballin' all out, B
You rappers know me Nah, I ain't homie If name ain't M, Ferrari or Tony
I my wheel chromey My Bentley my My Magnum my South shawty
These losses I in the gut yo The work's here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck My Pop dead but he live through his son
If rap ain't work, be pimpin' on some hoe eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm back like crack over the roll You know, I go the gun go
We on the grind all the Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and mine I keep a nine, you see the I might just let ass slide this time I get this paper, paper While I get this paper,
I'm a celebrity (I need none of y'all) celebrity (Keep your awards)
I'm a (Take your fake off) Ghetto Ain't nothing changed
The media will test ya, is pressure Porsche Panamera, hammer through the metal Wreck the booth up, I'm too tough that inner grammer Step your jewels up, they bruised up, I'll for the camera
reality's what's closing in, holding them back from opening Verbal attack all over these niggas, push the to the back I'm the kind that pray on, spending half of their day on Lay on, niggas for days shots spray on
My sound system knock and in Tupac 6-4 jumping the ground too hot They spot me, chase a nigga down two blocks Two shots in the air for niggas that here
Two tone, two door, top, roof floor Green guap galore in and out of new bright light you saw was a paparazzi flash I'm trying to a picture through your Maserati glass
We on the grind all the 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine, you see the I might just let your ass slide time While I get this paper, While I get paper, paper
'Cause I'm a (I need none of y'all) celebrity (Keep punk-ass awards)
I'm a (Take your fake off) celebrity Ain't nothing nigger
nothing changed nigger Ain't nothing changed Ain't nothing changed Ain't changed nigger