Check out my melody all kinda weaponry all kind of felonies show me Where da fetti b Broke nigga telling me Nathaniel I need more dough cheese than a pizza parlor ca handle Met this chick Miranda Known from Atlanta pussy off chain She one of them panthers u know them old cougars that give the best head nigga I need the Benz not muthafuckin hedge clippers Said she had more bread than a little bit she fast and furious had a nigga kinda curious Told her I rhyme she replied how ridiculous Compared 50 shows to like 50 flips compared a million records sold to like million bricks she had plenty chips over sixty whips she get busy wit Guys that don’t know English meeting with these Argentinan tone squeezers Sierra Leone diva She shine mad bright her sex mad bomb pussy mad tight Louie the thirteenth got me forgetting past nights Hotel suites freaky bubble bath nights And we don’t have fights everything be love nigga Tell momma I done fell in love w a drug dealer Feeling like I’m hustling wit da godmother All these muthafuckin kid dat done starstruck us Moving too fast mami got a bad habit Lines of blow disappear like black magic Keep me laced in expensive fabrics Copped me pradas matching hooked me up w all type of fashion All type of gadgets wratchets for weeks man Gangsta pose for picture Big blammer in each hand- private jet land on the beach sand Meeting w Manwell and dem I can’t understand what she telling them- The scenery surreal Shyt making my cerebellum spin Cocaine fortresses lions tigers and elephants- Factories in the jungles That process heroin Sicario amigo Banditos dat u ca neva hit- In too deep never sleep U can’t never slip Payments every week please Don’t get discredited- Cause everything be melancholy Til ya melon split They got names and addresses To everybody residence- And they want proof Send ya body back as evidence dope money run the world these muthafuckas wack presidents- Used to be hacks and hoop Now it’s back to back lexuses Smack money booming on some French connection shyt- Intelligence of a dope boy Beyond a kingpin Feet changing like seasons Stock rising like a Phoenix- Flying in Europeans Speaking broken English Get ya whole corner erasted W da wave of a finger- Old school schooly Dee bang thru da speaker Da sneak compartment in the glove box Came with the beemer- the boutique sales lady brains Came with the sneakers The dope came w the fet The Caine came w the ether- A hundred bands on ya head So they came with the heaters Every hit that got fucked up Came w a cleaner - A long way from banging my Nina And slanging stones hand to hand I masterminded me a master plan- Run the police into a traffyic jam Run these packs through unti yall lil Niggas stackin ham then don’t even get to dumbin Just run it back again- Guess she was right I ain’t gotta rap again Foreign shyt bitch I won’t whip Lac again- Small potatoes I ain’t got no rap for them Ketchup on a small fry U gotta get da strap for them- Fuck checkers it’s all about playing chess now Fuck 12 I’m worried bout da feds now- Shyt wild too many niggas getting blessed While some other people stressed All roads lead to connects- Shyt hectic and u ain’t gotta guess What comes next …dope money