Look, ain't that a bitch? Foot up on the gas, ain't no brakes in this bitch Cover girl givin' face to the Crip Somethin' 'bout a nigga on the way to the chips High off the money and I'm wasted as shit High off the life and she can't get a grip Hundred dollar cup and you can't get a sip I'm a million dollar nigga, you should take you a flick Hundred thousand dollar car where I sit And my broad is the shit, Crenshaw in the 6 Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips You either ball or you brick She don't know money so she callin' you rich You ain't got game so you fall for the shit Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split Now you feel like a wimp Talkin' 'bout what you was buildin' and shit Got you all up in your feelings and shit Problem is, she addicted to the real nigga shit To the real nigga shit 50 dollar, hundred dollar bill nigga shit Gold crown on a real nigga wrist Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch.
Break up and roll it, light it and smoke it Pass it, don't hold it, lovin' that potent I'm drunk and I'm rollin', this pill got me open These bad hoes is gruntin', their booties is pokin' Out them little dresses, a nigga wanna fuck He don't even smoke, but tell Butter roll a blunt 'Cause I'm way too drunk and I'm too turnt up And I brought my own drugs and I do my own stunts Young and I'm wildin', new drugs, I try 'em He'll call me RetcH, but your bitch call me Brian In Polo I'm stylin', it's all that I'm rockin' If you catch me out in 'Lo it's a problem 'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin' Fuck with me, I got all this 'Lo all from raggin' (What?) Used to have a nigga that was down to get to clappin' Seen it on a video, he yappin' to the captain That nigga snitchin', R86 him These niggas trannies 'cause these niggas switchin' And these niggas bitchin' more than these bitches And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous Middle finger to the feds and bitches all day Take her out to eat then I make a bitch pay And my wine on chill and my shrimps sautéed And I'm chillin' in L.A.
Yo, I got flames for your download link I let Ja Rule when I murder ink Murder pink, murder what you thought and what you think This Queens prodigy is the product of what you ain't Well packaged to distribute to the masters Plotted this since first grade classes Class is elements of a classic, I've got evidence of a master You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats Break necks of broke souls who hate me Hate he? You can't take my heat Fireball flow, can't bat in my league I'm the best rapper that's been slept on Stick around like gum that's been stepped on Stepped on, I stepped up, so what up? Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts I cold crush every beat that I touch My words silk and my flow is pure plush Tell HudMo Dope says, "What's up?" Go Dreamer's a looney (Uh) Wish upon a star (So what's up?) I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars 'Cause this that spaceship, that space shit This that Category 5, this that quake, bitch, that quake, bitch See I'm so funked out, like out of here Like blue lights in the basement And it's a red state, in Georgia with it Last verse, did you get it? Nah Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle Eatin' your million dollar truffles, this acquirin' taste, nigga Tantalise so you can see the bigger picture that God is the light In the fixture or in the background Cut all the hatin' in the background 'Cause if music and money is the motive, then you're so gimmick Who's to tell me I can't have a trillion dollar grilled cheese sandwich? Boy stop playin', stop playin', I'm just sayin', just sayin' Go, go, go, go-go (Uh), go, go, go, uh Now who else wanna fuck with Hollyweird Go?