niggas want my soul i think they want the war my chains is fucken cold they wont reach my level coz they need to score my bad bitch are four my cars have no doors im like a rolling stone im cooking money bitch with the fucken stove bragga on the track shadow on the track all my bitch are black money is everywhere there's no need to stress im going overseas i pull with the plane i don't need the map these nigga rapping trash they make me mad they might get a slap i just spend rack for a fucken cap and buy my bitch a bag niggas want my swag my bitches on the jet ass is everywhere if you want to clap chorus i just want the cash bitches feeling sad fuck her on the back i was selling crack nigga I'm on the map bitches want some sex niggas hatin coz i reach my goal bitches on the boat while im taking smoke mixing lean with the coke fuck her throat she like choke i fuck her on the boat this nigga make me sick she don't fall for a trick nigga that's a chick i think she wants my dick chorus my money is getting old i pull with the ford i fuck her on the board and call my nigga bob 80 on the top and get your nigga job nigga that's a rob like im the source bitch you fuck me good I'ma buy you a Porsche