� Music Outro �People tell me that I'm really a villainBetter just know, better just know, white niggaBetter just know, better just know, white niggaI walk out in the body and I'm feeling itI got your girl and she know she gon' kill itOne eye on my head, cuddlin' bitchI * a bitch, gotta kill the *I knock her off like friendsBlacks and all, finesse and allRich homie, R.P.B.Don't you think we drop it?I switch to the turbo with the *Yeah, mama, mamaYeah, mama, mamaUp with the dick, up with the kidYeah, too badWhole money, she's wearing my nuts, that kidI told you, babyStick out her tongue like kidsI can take all of your bitches, your friendsI can take all of your bitches' handsI can do that and I whip your new bandsChippin' them packs and I whip a sedanI * them bitches, you know she's on danceI don't give a * about them niggas and friendsGotta reload with the pipe in this bitchI need some more and you swiping this bitchI move with niggas and rapping with foesDid everything and I do, I suppose* on that bitch and I came from the northI want the bread and I got it, you knowI got the kids low, I got them lowWe selling the soul, we just want the doughWe just want the dough, we want the doughMoney, come with the droAre you walking to the moon, I'm killing *People tell me that I'm really feeling itBetter just low, better just lowBuy any bidBetter just low, better just lowI'm letting money be the songAre you walking to the moon, I'm killing *People tell me that I'm really feeling itBetter just low, better just lowBuy any bidBetter just low, better just lowThank you.Thank you.