[Verse 1]

I'm around the bullshit like a matador

I'm used to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy

Corporate acquisitions, accumulations of wealth

Build with the gods and double knowledge of self

Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge religion

That pussy make a weak nigga break down

So what you want, the cheese or the chicks?

You want the chicks but you want the cheese

A bitch gotta eat

I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me

Worse than the scum in the slum I'm from

I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm ?bout mine

You be that next nigga coroners come and outline

You ain't made of what I'm made of

You a bum nigga with a bum bitch

Your shoes come from Vegas

Counterfeit, fraudulent fakers

What kind of rich nigga bitch look like that?

[Hook]

You all know when we pullin' off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top

Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot

But front, I'll make it pop

Y'all don't do it how we do

Niggas ain't on the shit we on

Everything new

Spikes on the Louis Vuittons

We up, nigga!

[Verse 2]

Eat pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast

Deep-colored VS stones around my neck, bitch

Coupe a four-door, jeep a Convoy

Bulletproof front flash, shinin', Armor All

It feels like a nigga dreamin'

Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'

Bulls eye, that's what we came for

The bread, now a nigga run the game, boy

I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard

Aloof livin', I came up so hard

No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain

I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame

[Hook]

You all know when we pullin' off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top

Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot

But front, I'll make it pop

Y'all don't do it how we do

Niggas ain't on the shit we on

Everything new

Spikes on the Louis Vuittons

We up, nigga!

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast

Deep-colored VS stones around my neck bitch

It feels like a nigga dreamin'

Seat back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'

Bulls eye, that's what we came for

The bread, now a nigga run the game boy

I should've sent the broad to report what's in the yard

Aloof livin', I came up so hard

No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the brain

I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the fame

[Hook]

You all know when we pullin' off the lot

Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top

Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot

Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot

But front, I'll make it pop

Y'all don't do it how we do

Niggas ain't on the shit we on

Everything new

Spikes on the Louis Vuittons

We up, nigga!

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]

?Round the world tourin', the city got boring

Bury me a G with a new pair of Jordans

Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange

Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses

Living life with no worries

My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus

Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e

M-Zone Rida Gang end the story

Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry

She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury

Everything you aren't, fly nigga soaring

Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari

You so special, bedroom or restroom,

Just keep performing, go girl