(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Oh, damn, ya'll done f****d up
This beat hittin' like Bruce Lee with the nunchucks
Before the court room judge us
Please, wrong way, don't rub us
Fuck, yeah, when its beef, I eat cow
You ain't got chicken, but catchin' Z's, sweet pile (sweet pile)
Niggas know what I be about
Stop playin', I'll knock a n***a clean out
Yeah, I got bitches
Ugly n***a only got 'em 'cause my riches
I done made it out the trenches
I believe I'm him, I'm religious
I couldn't see me without a check (without a check)
You without a check, I'm a wreck
Penitentiary, chances, tick him to the neck (to the neck)
The money feel better than sex, oh
Yeah, let's get to it
If crime pays, I'ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick
Now I'm up goin' stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X to my ex-bitch, stupid
I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it of the block like Tetris
Ayy, niggas be the loudest with no fuckin' money (skee)
I be blowin' bitches backs off two packs of– (wah)
How you sent your boys to war with no ammunition?
Yeah, you pulled up Rolls Royce, but it's standard edition (wah)
Found out where you hid this s**t like a bad magician
This enough to cook his waiter, loose existence
You wanna roll with the bad boys like Isiah's Pistons
My dog didn't pop every Perc', but he ended up itchin' (brr)
He was quick with the tech like a paid-off ref
Ten on the mag, coupe got me hard on X (yeah)
Free Jeff, we ain't spoke since before he left
Shit got hard, they turned left, niggas know it ain't right (yeah)
I'm with Ju dropped a six in the Cranberry Sprite
Geekin', I glide thru the lane like a well-made kite
On a mail man line trying to track my pints
Bitch, I'll go out with a fight, everything on sight
Yeah, let's get to it
If crime pays, I'ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick
Now I'm up goin' stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X to my ex-bitch, stupid
I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it of the block like Tetris
Man, you niggas got me f****d up
'Fore I sell my soul for this s**t I sell drugs
Yeah, p***y n***a ain't got no love
How is n***a sleep on the mob, must be poured up
Hah, you ain't never had to show up
Baby mama callin' child support 'cause I'm goin' dumb
Yeah, out in Bompton 'cause I know the thugs
Louis Vuitton cross trainers like I bang blood
I just scratched a baddie off my checklist, b***h
You don't have a budget on my necklace, b***h
Niggas love front faces not that rich
Tell it to the thotties when I show 'em my crib
Real niggas do real things
Real numbers, real fans, ain't a thang change
Yeah, top down in the fast lane
Hands up, thanking God that the bag came, b***h
Yeah, let's get to it
If crime pays, I'ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin' in the Buick
Now I'm up goin' stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X to my ex-bitch, stupid
I'm the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it of the block like Tetris
