What more could you ask for? The money the bread I got all these girls messin with my head but the fear and the drugs will make you run away I got my family my friends but you still got to chase the bread because everyone hating now they run in from me because they know I’m gonna get that crown * its lil bolt in the paint I’m gonna hit you with the fade* “post it in front of the trap I’m gonna hit you with this hole hundred rounds all these girls messing with my head no I’m gonna back down”