Breakfast of cargo bricks that's what you guys

Ten pounds in the carry on

Damn ocean thousand pills in the luggage bag

All of that

Fifty cash in a couple

Zone it's time to rock

What ya b**h what ya money

What about ya

Signing bonus i blow this shit

Ain't got time for crimes

That's over with time to bankadonna

More dough to get you lil crab

Ass n**a in front of the trap

If i thought you was getting money

Then i know you're a clown

We got guns so big you need a shoulder to strap

Got two head grips

Gotta hold it like that

The bottle spot you got the folding like that

With a button on the bottom of that b**h just to open

Guarantee that it'll open your back

So why that the doctor gon' be like

Ain't no clothes in that bag

Still don't blow 'em like that

I know you see me thuggin' throwin' the mac

I seen them flexin' flame

Throw them for that with that on the map

I took this shit and speedin' out in the lab shirt

Leave it like

Let's meet in the mad

The mad the mad

I got some gate in a couple of slacks so corrected

Tell her hood we back we back

We back

Beamers and homiles

Lexus relax matt

No get please don't know

I don't act

It's a cargo bag that's what you got

Ten pounds in the carry on damn n**a damn

Ten thousand pills in the luggage bag

All that ass fifty cash in a couple zone

It's time to rock with what you did what you want n**a

What about you signing bonus i blow this shit

Ain't got time for crying

That's over withtime to break her down

I won't go to get damn

Since you got a record

You been spinning like crazy

Put me on twenty fours ties

Ball hit it like baby

Money up don't plan

I'm falling where i sell

Dope for coke

I'm speed balling

Rapping grind ball sideways like the nba sign they

Sign they