Im comin up I'm comin up I'm comi n up in this bitch i run it up club fuck it you ain't tough as us lil bitchgot that gun wit us us we fuckin buss ain't nothin 2 trust we got rich I'm comin up I'm comin up I'm comin in in this bitch (repeat hook)started off with half then doubled up to a brick want that flooded all on my wrist get this money for all of my kids ain't shit funny trick trust i dont grin got the fuck out the pen I lost alot but now I'm gone win god forgive me for all of my sins my son died I started to sniff cried so much I'll never forget even when I'm high remember that shit drive bye I dont ride witout a full clip doubt me now you're all on my dick but in county you never accept when nigga called u collect now u see I flex now u got some regrets but it trust it hoe I ain't stressed can't manipulate me wit sex rather get that paper instead baby heard what I said making moves making bread I dont hate u boo I'm blessed got tattoos on my flesh yeah cash rule not respect all my blood my tears and sweatM oney Power Drugs and Sex SMD Til a nigga death