Sippin on Hi-Tech, eyes red looking like a frog
Geeked up foula simply raw
Pussy got scar miles liking her jaw
Kill about my b***h put it on god
Niggas ain't popping, s**t they be froze
Givin' no option, killin' em all
We tote 'em rockets, choppas and bombs
22 bullets be chopping 'em arms
Won't f*ck with no ratchet won't settle for cheap, yea, yea
My bitches got money they count it with me, yea, yea
I'm addicted to money I count in my sleep, yea, yea
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I can't even shhhh
Fuck her good swap her out with her friend
Quarter mill crop the top of the benz
Clear my vision with Cartier lens
Diamonds biting my neck point a pen
VVS 1's in my braids you can kiss em
She keep looking she gon' be a victim
Put take me a brick, I'm a whippa
Rob a n***a grandma for prescriptions
Mama said I'm too good, I been triplin'
Like a child I was raised by the criplins
I'm too straight up to ever be swisha
I'm too laid back to ever be bitchin'
I'm still praying I find me a pigeon
Bet I flip it I never be trippin'
Free my niggas locked up in the system
Sippin on Hi-Tech, eyes red looking like a frog
Geeked up foula simply raw
Pussy got scar miles liking her jaw
Kill about my b***h put it on god
Niggas ain't popping, s**t they be froze
Givin' no option, killin' em all
We tote 'em rockets, choppas and bombs
22 bullets be chopping 'em arms
Won't f*ck with no ratchet won't settle for cheap, yea, yea
My bitches got money they count it with me, yea, yea
I'm addicted to money I count in my sleep, yea, yea
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I can't even shhhh
Twenty pointer baguette on my neck
Blew a thirty I spent me a check
Shawty nasty I made me a mess
Bought her titties then nut on her chest
And he crippin' put that on the set
Call up Uzi he toss me a tek
Raining bullets I'm leaving em weak
Your b***h squirting she making a mess
Drowning up to my neck in baguettes
Pointers hittin' they fall like a test
Whippin' birds like I got me a mess
Can't be capping like Mitchell & Ness
F&N it's gone tank through a vest
Baby needed that s**t do the rest
Free my mind that b***h have me in prison
Sippin on Hi-Tech, eyes red looking like a frog
Geeked up foula simply raw
Pussy got scar miles liking her jaw
Kill about my b***h put it on god
Niggas ain't popping, s**t they be froze
Givin' no option, killin' em all
We tote 'em rockets, choppas and bombs
22 bullets be chopping 'em arms
Won't f*ck with no ratchet won't settle for cheap, yea, yea
My bitches got money they count it with me, yea, yea
I'm addicted to money I count in my sleep, yea, yea
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, I can't even shhhh
