I'm trying to f**k with Hollywood code I'm with Marla G, bro Flying hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know It's that slumdog millionaire Bollywood flow And uh, my real friends never hearing from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I'm picking shoes, I don't get s**t confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the same building, but we got different views I got a couple cars, I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down the road I hit the strip club and all them d**ks just find a pole Plus I've been sipping so this s**t is moving kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go Now tell me how you love it You know you're at the top and all the heavens right above it We on, it's your money If you ain't running with it, run from it Now somebody show some money in this b**ch And I got my B's with me like some honey in this b**ch You dig, I got my queen and my blue purse And I don't bust back because I should reverse Meet me on the fresh train Yes I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a f**k about *** games Guns turn you boys into, into, into *** change And I smoke till I got chest pains And you f**kers know I rep my gang like Jesse James Women are possessive and they wanna possess Wayne I been fly so long I fell asleep on the f**kin' plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance Amen As the world spin and dance in my hands Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand Wake up and smell the p**k, you n*****s can't see me But never overlook me, I'm on the paper trail And ain't no telling where it took me And I ain't a killer but don't push me Now tell me how you love it You know you're at the top and only heaven's right above it We on, it's your money If you ain't running with it, run from it Alright, now somebody shoot some money in his d**k And I got my b**bs whippin' like some honey in his d**k Today, I got my n*****s in my blue purse And I don't fuss back because I shoot first How do you say what's never said Beautiful black woman, I bet that b**b look better red Whippin' off tall cause I made more off my second leg Birdman Junior, 11th grade Ball on, automatic start I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense, check the paw prints We in the building, n*****s in the park with us Knock, knock, come on, be my blood donor Flow so nice, you ain't gotta put a rug on her Do it big and let the small fall under that damn where you stumbled at From where they made gumbo at Got the f**kin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack And you know he actin' on his d**k to have a heart attack Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that Nothin' short of that President Carter, young money, Democrat Now tell me how you love it You know you ain't the top, but on the other side above it, we own up It's your money If you ain't running with it, run from it Alright, now somebody shoot some money in his d**k I got my beads with me like some honey in this blue suit And I got my gun in my boot purse And I don't fuss back because I shoot first I don't fuss back because I shoot first