we up the runk nigger go get the money paper was making moves when bitches still diapers couple of drinks cost me bucks bat am still stunting mercedez benz on the rare am in love with royce cat up for the streets i was ready when you started fronting i gat straps on waist nigger i leave you wasted tera tats on my eyes more than a widow tears i don wana raise your kids nigger dont fuck with me. fake flexing aint fake flexing nigger no caps we gat straps we ready to ride money power money power money power money power young black rich YBR forever taking credits for every hit nigger come and get me my niggers bleed for every paper they are ever making i put presssure on it ima a boss show some respect money money power money power fed ex to this streets am a god shoot em in the legs your wanna keep some zombiez shoot em in the head that how leave em dead money power money power when am dead and gone thats when you have your win put me in the ground thats when my glocks stop singing. am high on your product thats when i know to pay