Like how you coming, I ain't got you a check Like bitch, you too worried about me* them niggas, got rich and I beat the odds Ain't the one you should worry aboutSippin' raw piss and coating in Percocet P.O. said I got drug problemsAll them playin' games, I ain't doin' no *** songsChoppin' out, got the words out, I'm sayin' prayersStartin' to feel like I'm hunted and the ghosts callin' dead priestsNeck, curtain, mind, I ain't just to ease the painHard to smile, bring a shed of titsSince I'm on, gotta make sure my niggas straightWe been workin' for 12 yearsDick and gray, same lil' we was trappin' inRented up, got the bands hitI can count on one hand and fingerHow many people was there when I need em?Never turn pussy, we pledgin' to lesionLike * who you be without rimmin' with them tweakersI'm God, niggas be playin' two sidesGot a position, just playin' my cause* all that talk, we playin' with riseAnd that boy with a mask, we playin' with OzNiggas ain't sure us, we ain't the promotersPlayin' my song, I'ma rain till it's overNiggas be hatin' that they never know usGot U.S. on A's, pourin' drink with a chauffeurI'll be comin' home, I pray they parole us* lookin' close, can't wait till it's overStay in your lane, ain't playin' no gameGo tell a *, niggas gon' play on controlsNiggas getting richer and richer and richerI'm getting richer and richer and richerI'm getting richer and richer and richerI'm getting richer and richer and richerStick to the code, ain't coverin' no bitchesNiggas be hoes, they turnin' to witchesStand on my own, ain't trustin' no nicheAll them boys out of gear, we done turned to the cityNiggas, money and power, respectForties and choppers, just fly protectBuzz down the door, let them diamonds be hitSo it's nothin' but water run down on my neck300 bucks, fly on the jetBought a new Rolls, we ride through the jetsNiggas be cappin' like they really stepReally walkin' * down, not just for the netYeah, Lambo offsets fortunesRich nigga, love 640P.O. stuff and boss bitch shorty30 hangin' out, big 40All them R.O.S.E. go frostyDeep dish stackers on the AudiFetid, why we gotta hit the dark?50 racks, just to hit partyI don't really have a problemI'm havin' my wakeI'm 300K out of hell of a dayRight off the roadRan up a check and got fraudAll pros, blue racks on the raceNigga, niggas be hoes in disguiseAll he gon' tell is all in his eyesRead for the chainYou know it ain't goin' when you turnNo bitch to the 4th of JulyI'm gettin' rich and rich and richerI'm gettin' rich and rich and richerI'm gettin' rich and rich and richerI'm gettin' rich and rich and richerState to the code, ain't coverin' no bitchesNiggas be hoes, they turnin' to witchesStand on my own, ain't trustin' no niggaI'm gettin' rich and rich and richerNiggaI'm gettin' rich and richerI'm gettin' rich and richer