I just touched down Ferrari to I even 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 don't me Nah, I ain't your If your name M, Ferrari or Tony
I like my wheel My my Rolly My Magnum my Jamaica shawty
These losses I in the gut yo The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up my mind, you whippin' the truck load My Pop dead but he through his son though
If rap work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe Still eating 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 let your ass slide this time While I get paper, paper While I get this paper,
I'm a celebrity (I don't none of y'all) celebrity (Keep punk-ass awards)
I'm a (Take fake smile off) celebrity Ain't nothing nigger
The will test ya, popularity is pressure Porsche Panamera, platinum through the metal Wreck the booth up, I'm too that inner city grammer Step your up, they bruised up, I'll sparkle for the camera
Harsh what's closing in, holding them back from opening Verbal all over these niggas, push the herd to the back I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of day on Lay on, niggas for days shots spray on
My sound system knock and in pound 6-4 jumping the ground too hot They spot me, they chase a down two blocks Two shots in the air for niggas that ain't
Two tone, two door, gray top, roof Green guap galore in and out of new That bright you saw was a paparazzi flash I'm trying to snap a through your Maserati glass
We on the all the time Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and mine I keep a nine, you see the I might let your ass slide this time While I get paper, paper While I get this paper,
'Cause I'm a (I don't need of y'all) Ghetto (Keep your awards)
I'm a (Take your fake off) celebrity Ain't nothing nigger
nothing changed nigger Ain't nothing nigger Ain't nothing nigger Ain't changed nigger