Letras
Stop talkin' that shit, hoe, you just a bitch
I ain't got time for the games when there's money to get
Wipe the weed off the digi, we got powder to flip
The homie need a QB that's around nine zips
Well get money, it's sad when these hoes act funny
Gotta hop in the game just to make a lil' somethin', it's nothin'
She gon' come runnin' back when she see
A young nigga gettin' rich off them packs
But you a renegade, I seen your sister just the other day
Always askin' for somethin', had to look away, Felicia
And did I ever mistreat ya?
Probably so, but that's the nature of a P's blood, for real
I fuck around and do my shit, hoe
One way or another, bitch, I'ma get dough, it's real
One bitch, that's only ten toes
Sendin' packs out of state when it gets low, the shit don't stop
Insecurity will kill you if you let it
Stuck it out there and she got beheaded
Interferin' with how a P gets breaded
Is the fastest way to get ejected
Falsities shouldn't have got past you
You let them likes on Instagram gas you
And you let too many Average Joe Blow smash you
And you let too many life changin' opportunities pass you
Lied and blew up your seat, then when I asked you
Fucked off a hundred bands, I shoulda slapped you
And you tellin' bitches you don't know why I feel bad for you
And why I went to Vegas, then took the 'Vette back from you
Said you don't like coke, you just like how it smell
Line after line, sniffed your way into a sale
Tried to give you the world, but you just gave me hell
Try to wave at me in traffic, I'll just give you the L
I'm just a young nigga goin' straight to the top
With my broke girl cousin at the Mexican spot
Got a check from Reebok, still don't wear no Reeboks
Tell them lames I'm everything that he not
We gettin' money now, yeah
Beverly Hills and it's sunny now
Laughin' 'bout all the pretty bitches we runnin' down
He from the city, why I don't see him when I'm in town?
Never backin' down, laughter how I react to clowns, yeah
We in a new era like ball caps
We brought it all back, never been all rap
Six million albums and world tours, that's all facts
So if I ain't a legend, tell me what you call that
Yeah, the young boy got his mind right
Lemon chicken, fried rice, chowin' down after the club
Balance my life and my work, won't you come kick it with us?