We havin' it, falsin' no matter, son of your greatEvery day and tomorrow, we all in parlaySippin' drank, blowin' hay, doja in my ashtrayKeepin' my composure, but I remember it was daysI cried, lied, just to get moneyWalkin' round like a zombie, messin' up like a dummyThe man took it all from me, cause I wasn't showin' loveNow I ride down on dubs, and get Chinese back roadsIn the club, I mix and mingle with niggas, ladies, and hoesBusiness before pleasure, real players get chosedNaked chest and wrist froze, but what do it all mean?The cash, the cream, stayin' focused with ghetto dreamsPinky free, ice and platinum, full of invisible scentDiamonds on shine, instead of grindin', is you feelin' me yet?Trillion-cut earrings that blingAll up in your face, cause she's a mozzarella through everythingI done been to hell and back, but now my life on trackThe fruit of all evil, I got the headacheSittin' on stacks, got a mozzarella cheeseThe money, the fit, and the paper, havin' it like a diseaseI done been to hell and back, but now my life on trackThe fruit of all evil, I got the headacheSittin' on stacks, got a mozzarella cheeseThe money, the fit, and the paper, havin' it like a diseaseNow money plus attitude equals boss hoggin'Real gon' be real, and the fake keep fallin'No stallin', big callin', you haulin' perkin'The disguise, Cadillac, Fleetwood with the skirtsBig on my head in a cowboy hatWavin' at the police, touch a dimeThe way the cash ain't got a hat atPlayboy every nickel and dimeI'm still strugglin' and hustlin' out here like youTryin' to get mine on my old timeLookin' to see a better tomorrowBoss of all bosses, I don't take, I giveAll those assets, what you brought to my vocabPay the rent, never forget the timesWhen my pockets was dustin' inListen, three, two, I've been through itPut it down and go down, but stay true to itLife, they came, it's a whole lot of pressureBe smart, cause the drama's on the world, we'll test yaI done been a healing bag, but now my life on trackThe root of all evil, I got the headacheSittin' on stacks, got a mozzarella cheeseThe money, the fit, and the paper, havin' it like a diseaseI done been a healing bag, but now my life on trackThe root of all evil, I got the headacheSittin' on stacks, got a mozzarella cheeseThe money, the fit, and the paper, havin' it like a diseaseI got that game check, babyBuilding clientele, state to stateMovin' legal weight, waxing ease and tapesFederal tapes, I pocket and profitAll day promotin' and politickin'Shows off the highway, don't play with mineBig face, dollar signsScratchin' and fightin' and gettin' that grindIt all come in time, must've been mineI used to be, nowadays I got a little somethin' better to seeAnd look forward to, cause ain't nothin' promisedBut death and the penitentiaryThat can find us, graduated with honorsSo don't forget to subscribeThank you so much for watching, and I'll see you in the next videoPeace out yo, peace out yoPeace out yoPeace out yoPeace out yo