Rock, paper, scissors
Last resort, a dull butter knife
Tryna get rich twice
Takin' my chances, rollin' the dice
Rittin' all day, California I.A.
Well, we love the kids, but we don't play
Like my nigga keep the sneaks up
I make my money fast
I stay gone like the past
Tryna make my money greener
Greener than my grass
See that broad right there? She got ass
I met this chick from Poland
I'm all up in her colon
Left a pussy swole when I was pokin'
When I was pokin'
Just need just one more shi-ti-ti-ti-take home
I been in the streets, I just can't leave em alone
Make my money fast, yeah, I'm in my zone
Better catch me while I'm movin', baby, I'm on the go
I stay gone
Stay gone
Stay gone
Stay gone
I stay gone
Stay gone
Stay gone
Stay gone
Ugh, it ain't enough hours in the day to get what I need
The breadwinner of the family, the chosen one
Imagine a car without a motor
I carry the world on my shoulder
Ever since I was a kid age 12
Throwin' papers for Vallejo Times-Herald
On the hillside of Vallejo
I went to Franklin Junior High
English and readin' I'd always fail
But when it came to math, I was the guy
Ooh, I be busy
I ain't got time to watch TV
I ain't got time to play Call of Duty
I ain't got time to play Call of Duty

I ain't got time to watch a movie
I ain't got time to listen to what's going on in your home
I got problems on my own
I just need just one more si-ti-ti-ti-take-home
I've been in the streets, I just can't leave em' alone
Make my money fast, yeah, I'm in my zone
Better catch me while I'm movin', baby, I'm on the go
I stay gone
Stay gone
I stay gone
I stay gone, stay gone, stay gone, stay gone I stay gone, stay gone, stay gone, stay gone
I got gooder to get, that's what I told my tender
I'll be gone to December, about a half a year
Don't nothing come to a sleeper but a nightmare I'm a hustler not a loser, tryna make our
life better for the future I'm a pimp polygamist up in Cura on my way
to the Netherlands, Amsterdam, Europe Me and a couple of my hoe bitches
Finna go into business No bullshit, all legit, bout to set up shop
in the red light district The red light district?
Like Ludacris' song?
Yup, and I'll be sending y'all some money home
I'll fly you out if you're horny, I know you gon' be lonely
But if you cheat on me, I'm goin' upside your dormitory
I just need just one more sti-ti-ti-ti-take home
I just need just one more sti-ti-ti-ti-take home
I just need just one more sti-ti-ti-ti-take home
I just need just one more sti-ti-ti-ti-take home
I just need one more sti-ti-ti-take home

I've been in the streets, I just can't leave em alone
Make my money fast, yeah, I'm in my zone Better catch me while I'm moving, baby,
I'm on a go
Stay gone, stay gone I stay gone, stay gone, I stay gone
Stay gone, stay gone