[Fat Trying to cut the top off the Put a bitch in the Better yet hundred sticks for the niggas that I got a in them packs, got em right in the trunk Shoot the snap off your muthaf-ckin head if you want I got a guardian angel, yeaf she in the hood And she pop up whenever I touch the grain on the I got a bitch Atlanta, she remind me of Pebbles Got a hell of an ass, redbone is a devil She me Marty McFly, Nike Back To The Future 10 racks on my feet, but something Im used to I put my team on the map, you other is fake Worse than Oregon, you switch a different a day Im in the beach somewhere foreign, Im in your bitch while you A million cash off the tour, then Im in the morning Im f-ckin of you niggas, Im about to throw up a million Doctor oz in the kitchen: a perfect prescription
Go prez, go prez, rolling in I got that Ringo Im Paul McCartney Bitch Im in the with that Arm & Hammer Whipping George Harrison, John Dopeman! Dopeman! Dopeman bitch, Im the Bitch Im in the with that Arm & Hammer George Harrison, John Lennon
Of course I get em But do you know to do with em? 60 for the brick if you cop a few of em Talking about that diesel: the of all evil You could use your nostrils, or you could use a I a hundred more, and I want it pure when somebody die off it Then they it more! The hustlers we surrounded by niggas that the hammers Oxys got generic, switched it to old When you give em a 9 or they go bananas Make a million dollars a month: thats the plan was Now to catch the shift they need that morning sniff Thousand finished by 11, then Im blowing spliffs you how to get right, crib right, whip right Ten dollars a bag, but its 20 midnight man, weed man, stove man, coke man You know who I am Im the dopeman
Cut the man off the middle, I it all off the top Bout to me a nigga, run him off of the block Im all of the profit, purchasing more of the product Invest in and dealers to take my company public I got a thing for strippers Got a in the mansion ho, Marilyn Manson This for all of my niggas doing up in prison For getting with the burner, you know a riders ambition Im to gamble with life, take a trip out to Vegas Im bout a Zionist mic praying the to forsake us Remember I was broke, how it run in your pocket Spend my money on dope, I tripled my profit Now Im a multi-millionaire, off in the Lear Take bitches on the private, set off in the air
you say nigga? I said Ill yo dick!