uh I'm too player to real I can give the spill my whole life is a trill I been up I been down got my feet on the ground now I'm serving the town call me the bakers man the way I make em dance trapping hella grams now my name is stamped look it's on a blimp up up in away sky traffic like the jettison my whole team be flexing I can teach you a lesson you'll never see me stressing about some pity shit this pity money bitch I told you I'm the shit I go stupid i go hard don't make me pull your card but I'm on better shit I'm bout the money bitch i got to get rich