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