My money fit, and I'm gon' talk, I'm gon' creep, I'm gon' creep
I'm the one, I'm not the two, I'm not the three
You better check when it bounce, when it, when it end
How you gon' talk to me, you on the sideline
You is not mine, yeah, you a done little
No, you is not mine, yeah, you a done little
No, you is not fine, I make whole lot more money
And it's all mine, I do a whole lot more
Yeah, cause it's my time, I do a whole lot with my one
Chop his head off with a gun, I like hair, I like the one
I like the big bag, I like the one
You do what I said, you do what I said
You do what I said, you do what I said
We chop off his head, we chop off his head
We chop, we chop, we chop, we chop
I saw the ride in his, yeah, we can slide in his
And I can slide in that, one, two, five in his whip
And I would never crash out, see there's a difference between you and me
You a pass out
I'm on a warship, I can fly in your way
We doing what we do, we know what's on our mind
Or we called the war, we got people we not back

For who died, that boy, that big ol' zipper
The rig so all they bustin', not my zipper
Hit a suburban, with a big boss, shipped out, feel its gone
Overseas
With the lil bad babies shenleyin'
She buzzin' and dyin', this trip is ringin'
So, up a seat and get away, now I'm out with she, if it ain't on
Got it, he's somewhere poppin' on my lease
Pulled off in a Harley
Why they all wanna tie me?
Why my fans wanna crowd me?
Tell me how this sound, then we trappin' out of downy
On top of the mountain, my diamonds got me drownin'
Ha-ha
This the big, big business, smoke you down like a cigar
My, my
My money fit
And I'm gon' talk, I'm gon' print, I'm gon' create
I'm the one, I'm not the two, I'm not the three
Better check when it bounce, when it, when it in
How you gon' talk to me?
You on the sideline, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dull lil'
No, you is not mine
Yeah, you a dull lil'
No, you is not fine
I make whole lot more money and it's all mine
I do whole lot more
Yeah, cause it's my time
I do a whole lot with my one
Chop his head off, I'm with gun
I like hair, I like mine
I like the big bag, I like the one
You do what I say
You do what I say
You do what I say
We chop off his head
We chop off his head
We chop, we chop, we chop, we chop
I'm on the ride
It's not his
It's not his
It's not his
It's not his
It's not his
It's not his
He's got no other way
It's not his
It's not his
It's not his
He's gone