Half on the sack, hood bitch in the back.

Getting fucked up, we forgot how to act.

Money in my hand.

You can die where you stand.

We'll stop a nigga out and don't even give a dang.

i'm a motherfucking menace deserving life sentence rearrange his teeth like he went to the dentist with a pistol in his mouth he talking but can't finish i hit your girl is in the back like the bitch ran it middle fingers up we don't fuck with police why you smiling in my face bitch you don't know me spark the blood and see the holy ghost pop up out of doing toast angels throwing ass on the pole yeah they let's go half on the sack hood bitch in the back

And I'm gettin' fucked up, we forgot how to act Money in my hand, you can die where you stand We'll stomp a nigga out and don't even give a damn Slick off on the plane, jump straight on the plane Lookin' work with the rollie on my wrist, plain Jane

Number one rule, don't leave home without the tool.

If you left your baby and mama here alone, you a fool.

I was born with the sauce.

Welcome to the dark side.

My niggas make it rain.

I ain't talking outside.

Talk to me nice or we'll put you on ice.

Get it done the first time or we spend the block twice.

Let's go half on a sack hood bitch in the back.

And again, fucked up.

We forgot how to act.

Money in my hand.

You can die where you stand.

We'll stop a nigga out and don't even give a damn.

Money in the bank.

We don't even need a job.

Dressed in all black and we move like the mob.

My new bitch a freak.

She slob on my knob.

You could bring her home, but you might get robbed.

Go half on the sack, hood bitch in the back.

And again, fucked up.

We forgot how to act.

Money in my hand.

You can die where you stand.

We'll stomp a nigga out and don't even give a damn.

Yeah.