Look how far I done got, they wanna get like me
Realest mother$#&@er ever, dawg, I just might be
Couple ladies on my right, and on my left like three

Think Im high as you can go, give me death by weed
Id rather settle my success than be depressed by greed
Im doin more than triple on em, nothing less, top speed

Im doin all the sugars on em, Im the best, buy weed
Eight at my table and the rest Dom P
Born to be on top, I wont stop until my respect paid

New York City love me, Ive been rapping for a decade
Its spending money season, though I ball out every check, mate
Came a long way from prayin to God that my cassete play

They throwin #~!!@ at me, I catch it with one hand
Toss it, hot potato, while I lay low with the fam
Today Im on the creep, 90K on my sedan

Countin down the days they let my ace up out the can

[Hook: Banks]

Marksman, lay it down, I dont love her
Yeah, Ive got a thing for victory and money by the color
Shorty said she want to have me, she can have the rubber

^!$$% can you dig that? Cause I aint never dug her
Im a cold mother$#&@er, I do it for the gutter
I cant wait to let her go, and youre the one to cuff her

Im stuntin on them chumps, let them ^!$$%s suffer
Im a cold mother$#&@er


[Verse 2: French]
I be talkin to them (*##$es like Im Pepe King
(*##$ back up, money stack up like 810

Soccer boy, kick your (*##$ out with a scissor kick
I be stackin green, ^!$$%, on some lizard %#@!
Wrist rocked up ^!$$%, on some blizzard %#@!

Tell your (*##$ protect her neck on some RZA %#@!
Hoppin out that window, that chain out, that MAC out
They told me bring my chain out, New York City is blacked out

I said its blacked out, dont make me back out
Hundred rounds of clips, smiling
Dont make me bring that mask out

Ive got a Banks truck in my back pocket
9, 000 watts on my chain, wheres the socket?
Ive got them 8 balls, ^!$$%, wheres the pocket? (What you got?)

Ive got them 8 balls, ^!$$%, wheres the pocket?
Suicide doors, think a ^!$$% gone crazy
Dirty Sprite poured, think it got me moving lazy


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Banks]
Platinum spaceships spill out on my scene, %#@!
Karate kid, put a (*##$ out with the clean kick

Purple weed and yellow (*##$es make my brain tick
Royal light blue colours, peep my aura as my chain hits
He can add a 03 or just calm my ego

They think Im cheating with the raps
Ill give up all Ive got before I starve my people
^!$$% your skin thin as Hell you let the bargains reach you

She cool as hell, I drop her off she back to snotty
Ive got a chick to tap for every tattoo on my body
Pick a model, she gon top me down

Backstreet or the lobby
Every finger rocky now, athlete when I party
Catch me rollin out Maserati

Pockets holding out endo, probably
Look at how she poke it out, she wanna pop me
I sat her down an broke em out ungh, sloppy


[Hook]