Niggas say they hard as fish, but they as soft as a peach
Claiming the G of all G's Please, I come blowing through like the breeze
Sitting on threes Posted, coasting, mashing down Pacific Coast
And the bomb corn rims black on black Yukon With nuts hanging from the city where the
bangers be banging It don't seem like shit is changing
I hollered at the homie the other day G'd up at the park, sipping Alizé
One of the homies took a beating So now it's finna be a ganger checking out
the meeting Life cycles repeating
It's just another sunset falling, see I can hear the homies that passed calling me
And you know what I've discovered?
What they keep saying Keep your mind on your money, motherfuckers,
and shake bust
Have you ever sold millions?
But yet you niggas persist to talk shit Get off my dick
You never catch me slipping Rolling with the heat, slap the clipping
I never thought the world would start tripping My life's a trip though, hit the crypto
Blow the whistle, they think I've rang So I pack a pistol
Warrant to the G, it's a G I don't fuck with you niggas, so don't fuck
with me Let's ride to the east side, slide like a
foe I pack some 4 -4 when I'm stepping outdoors
To the bang, to the boogie, if I speak, then I spoke
Warrant G, you do it every time, to your loaf Get the party lit like blazing smoke
The east side of the beach, west side of the coast
You know the niggas that I ride with, hoes Attack dogs, the same niggas I'm down to die
Motherfuckers
Who's the man? I've been from London to Japan
Stomped land to land to the Egyptian sands You can't check me, disrespect me, or mop me up
With the bass bumping out my truck And all these police trying to lock me up
Money rules the world, and I made the loot So don't make me shoot
Cause trying to match should get you done every time
I ain't trying to hurt nobody, but I'm down for mine
B .I .T .C .H.
Money over power, power over money Money over power, power over money
Money over power, power over money Money over power, power over money
Money over power, power over money Money over power, B .I .T .C .H., B .I .T .C .H.
free as a bird.
Fly away, my dove,
play, my dear,
our own song.
There, where the birds
sing freely,
fly, my dear,
our own song.
