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