Bills on the body, Hunters got em, I been feeling like Gotti Crashed the race so I'm whipping Maserati Keep an eye on the prize, I'm slick rigged, no Lottie Dottie From the ashes came the firebird I had a curve, tie swerving, struck a nerve I be flying first Class clown, hit the spirits to the glass down Look in mirrors till we black out Oh baby, I like it raw, bitches get it smacked down I'm all backers with the matrimony Spark bitches dumping there ain't no matches on me

Pockets fat, hittin' Jacobs, Keenan Kell, give me all that.

In the summer, let the spring clack with the fall gat.

Another year, we gon' forget.

Another four, another hole with a nose trip.

Tracking on the back so the boa can streak.

Sniff, sniff, know the flow and it's sick.

Keys open doors you don't want to miss.