Текст песни
Just have fun!
I'm having so much fun, I'ont wanna kill myself- (Prrt, who, who?)
PROP, who made it?
Jumping the fence (Jumping the what?)
Stand on my money so tall, triple your rent (Yeah)
Y'all just be talkin' that talk, y'all got me bent (Y'all got me geeked, yeah)
None of you niggas can ball, this shit make no sense (This shit make no sense, yeah)
Bitch, if I pull up and ball, they get depressed (Mmm-mmm-mmm)
Bitch, if I pull out my wallet, they upset (Ah ha)
I'm on my own time, hang my rings like phone line
Leave him to dry like clothesline, watch leave him so blind
And I'm counting this cheese, I'm counting this dairy
These niggas, they scared, these niggas be weary
They wishing on me, they talking to fairies
I'm swerving the boat, I'm steering the ferry
I'm getting this money, they not getting nary
They seeing my racks, they love to be staring
They seeing my racks, I'm seeing them hate (Hate)
When it come to the money, I don't play (Play)
When it come to the game, I ain't savin' you niggas, these niggas, they stay in the way (Yeah)
And these niggas, they fake kick it with you, they fake it for features, they tryna get placed (Damn)
I done seen it before, I be seein' it all, can you please get the fuck out my face? (Move)
I'm leaving them stumped, don't know what to say (Yeah)
Either using the pump, or chopper gon' spray (Bah)
Couple bands, that's all on my shirt
I'm a man, I'm keeping my word (Word)
Ice on wrist, don't know what it's worth
Pretty sure it's more than your work (Work)
Hop on beats and I'm puttin' in work (Work)
So much money, I'm taxing the clerk
You mess with the gang, you finna get murked
Mess with the gang, get turned to a murder (Bah)
They be hitting my line, yeah, my burner (Yeah)
I don't give them my number, no further
I don't talk to you lames or you burgers (No)
If he hitting my line, I'm finna go covert
If she hitting my line, it must be a joke
I cannot hang with a ho that is broke (Ha)