[Verse 1: My nigga Bongo hooked it up, Omar gon' dip my rims Or at least what he say But I take e'rything a grain of salt In case things fall apart, I won't be the one that steam on them haters, we will never halt Smash on it, show money, pounds of weed, of gas Seven in the driveway, four more parked in the grass Neighborhood committee Put a on my front door, they ain't fucking with it But I ain't switching - they gon' to deal with it My on that deed, mufucka that's me And in the next ten minutes, I suggest you My dogs is and only taking orders from G's Respect it or check it, at your throat a necklace Money well is money in that Jet shit
Tabi Bonney] If you look up, you can see me fly by B-baaahh, If you look up, you can see me fly by B-baaahh,
[Verse 2: Still on a mission, fishing not for Ski Beatz He in the passenger seat occasionally taking a pull of the And waving down at lovers from 30, 000 feet I'm at Auto Zone, copping car covers for my fleet cause I'm gone But birds living high in them pines always home Shitting on the roof, hood, and the Buzz kill you how it is, but enough of it to the subject which is nothing but whatever this G13 help me come up with Presidential high, fuck with them trill Jet misses, never with a sucker bitch Get a nigga popped, crossed, on whole other shit That's why I'm somewhere uncharted a boss chick Spending rap money faster than I can count the shit