Текст песни
Don't try to advise me, want cheques to deposit
Wann' rev up the Masi, more drip than the faucet
The way that I'm gettin' it fucks with my conscience
Can't fuck with your nonsense, I'm all about my cents
The product be movin', money be constant
Look back at my past, Didn't give me no options
You fuck with the ninja, you fuck with a monster
You lackin' respect, Don't lack when I walk up
My big homie watchin', lil homie whoppin'
Whenever we walk in the party get poppin'
Kush I be smoking, get high like Ms. Poppins
She booked an appointment, I'll probably pop in
Amusing my ops, they using my sauce
This shit be too often, ain't new to the odds
I've been my own boss, grow food for your thoughts
The pounds they keep coppin', leave room for the costs
Wet roads in the headlights
Texts, calls at the red lights
Let me show you what my bread like
Let me show you what I'm bred like
Wet roads in the headlights
Texts, calls at the red lights
Let me show you what my bread like
Let me show you what I'm bred like
Wet roads in the headlights
Texts, calls at the red lights
Let me show you what my bread like
Let me show you what I'm bred like