Iphone the microphone I bone the baddest hoes And some i shoulda left alone Cant say i never get it wrong But im walkin out the bank feeling so rite Flirtin wit the bank teller i swear im so nice But i gotta stick to business, no time to talk Make my withdraw N take my daughter to the mall Roll me a spliff n, play a beat n listen Then let that shit sink in, you would swear i was on a mission But heres the difference... I could do this in my sleep Boy you do it for the gram N i just do this shit for me Boy im just rolling up a gram N i be rollin wit some G's Boy you be talkin all that shit, leave me in disbelief, ya I got her coughing n she aint even smokin Baby take the wheel while i fuckin roll dis Yeah boy, im only talkin grown shit Run up leave ya frozen, im the muthafuckin coldest In this game of survival of the fittest Duckin prison wit precious, im the muthafuckin realest, lets get it