Ay yo yo yo yo, watch how we coming on this one.
That'll be your demise, yeah
Put a bitch above money, that'll be your demise
Stack it to the top, yeah you know I'm gon' rise
These bitches be lyin',
they just tryna get a rise
I seen you shakin' ass,
bitch I know you ain't shy
Step to the side,
yeah the king has arrived Steppin' on snakes like Jesus disciples
I'ma beat your ass,
I don't need no rifle Been knockin' on mouth,
I don't need no title
There's nobody left,
I ain't got no rival In your bitch head like she feelin' suicidal
Whippin' in the kitchen like a crack in a tile
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah Thick skin on me like a crocodile
Baby bring it back,
bust that thing wide open Put my diamonds on your back,
well I'm in the pussy Strokin' Papanetti before
we * so I can't lose focus Know I do the dash,
hit the feds,
I'll scope it up
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah Know I do the dash,
hit the feds,
I'll scope it up
Yeah, yeah,
yeah,
yeah Know I do the dash,
hit the feds,
I'll scope it up
How you in the streets, bud?
I ain't never seen you You a broke boy,
you shoppin' on Timo's
Say you gettin' money,
but no one believe you Man,
I hate to be you
Ain't flippin' no birds,
but I'm king of the mag Love me a bitch with a big fat ass
I'm not after the love,
no,
I'm after the cash So after we *,
yeah,
I gotta do the dash
Got things to do,
gotta get to the bag Won't say see you later,
cause I won't be back
Victory lap,
but I don't do track They ain't hard to find me,
yeah,
they know where I'm at
They gon' put my name on a plaque Pockets always fast,
smokin' on good gas
Feet up,
laid back,
she gon' throw a bag Serious as a heart attack
Baby bring it back,
bust that thing wide open Put my diamonds on your back,
well I'm in the pussy
Strokin' Papanetti before we * so
I can't lose focus Know I do the dash,
hit the feds,
I'll scope it up
I'm on the birds,
throwin' fives on the homies,
steady lookin' Whippin' in that foreign,
got three hoes and four fives
If we get the low,
we ain't even work between your eyes Tryna get the dough,
yeah,
we out here sellin' pies
I can * with no hoe,
I can listen to the lies Put a bitch above money,
that'll be your demise
Put a bitch above money, that'll be your demise