don't cross me

dont cross what u cant beat i know u cant stand me i gotta plan b my hands in the bag where my money be my shit grows on a money tree u aint killing me not with a gun or an any beat i never been sweet you mad but your girl.give me the cheeks she aint loyal to u she a freak they say wreck talk your shit i al ways do they dont just hear me speak i tell the haters take a seat before trying to play with me u can get the smoke from me all day for free cross me the morgue where u be or at the bottom sea u stopping me only a dream cuz i need the creame before i leave the scene it ain't safe fucking with me u csn get punched in the face or your body be on a break another tittle i take please dont make mistakes i plan to give the whole world a tastes of what i got down to the last drop i open up then I close down shop dont try me im to hot