Back home, smokin' legal (Legal)
I got more slaps than
The Beatles (Beatles)
Foreign s t runnin' on diesel, dawg
Playin' with my name, that s t is
lethal, dawg (Who you say you was?)
Don Corleone
Trust me, at the top it
isn't lonely (Strapped)
Everybody actin' like they know me, dawg
Don't just say you're down, you
gotta show me (What you gotta do?)
Bring the clip back empty (It's empty)
You asked to see the boss, so they
sent me, dawg (Sent me, dawg)
I just broke her off with a
10 piece, dawg (10 piece, dawg)
That ain't nothin', I'm
just bein' friendly, dawg
It's just a lil' 10 piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall,
doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh,
put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll
show you how the f k you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas
need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
Yeah, lot of Murakami
in the hallway (What?)
Got a sticky and I keep
it at my dawg's place
Girl, I left your love at
Magic, now it's all shade
Still goin' bad on you anyway
Woah, woah, ooh, woah
Woah, woah, ah
I could fit like 80 racks
in my Amiris (80 racks)
Me and Drizzy back to back, it's
gettin' scary (Back to back)
If you f kin' with my opps, just
don't come near me (Get outta my way)
Put some bands all on your head
like Jason Terry (Brrt, brrt, ooh)
Richard Mille cost a
Lambo (That's a Lambo)
Known to keep the baddest
bitches on commando (Salute)
Every time I'm in my trap, I
move like Rambo (E tended)
Ain't a neighborhood in Philly
that I can't go (That's a Fendi)
For real
She said, "Oh, you rich
rich?" ("You rich rich")
Bitch, I graduated, call
me "Big Fish" (Ballin')
I got Lori Harvey on my
wish list (That's Lori)
That's the only thing I want
for Christmas (True story, uh)
I've been had my way out here,
yeah, know that's facts (Facts)
You ain't livin' that s t you say,
yeah, we know that's cap (That's cap)
You ain't got to ask me when you
see me, know I'm strapped (Brrt)
DC, OVO, we back again,
we goin' plat' (Ooh, ooh)
It's just a lil' 10 piece for her
Just to blow it in the mall,
doesn't mean that we're involved
I just... what? I just... uh,
put a Richard on the card
I ain't grow up playin' ball, but I'll
show you how the f k you gotta do it
If you really wanna ball 'til you fall
When your back against the wall
And a bunch of niggas
need you to go away
Still goin' bad on 'em anyway
Saw you last night, but did it broad day
