man gettin money fuckin hos selling blow strapped with that .44 street life is all i know when it comes to the dope game im a pro im a vet so cold i never sweat from a cell to a jet at least a rack when i make a bet my dog just hit a lick with the tec i did mine with the pump eat the opps for fuckin lunch i stay cool in the crunch just had steak and eggs for brunch yeah filet mignon you know that snow money long im the fuckin don i got guns and i got the brawn i dont fuckin sing songs feeling like im king kong this aint no game i stay in my lane in the streets i got that fame and the bricks of the caine got a sprain in my wrist from whippin up the bricks big cup a lean i take a sip make me feel better that drug money make them bitches wetter took one look at that ass i knew i had to getter cuz im a go getter dont buy from them you know my blow better i make mo cheddar fuck with us you should know better that ll get you fuckin whacked all my fuckin goons strapped with the MAC this gangster shit it aint no fuckin act.