[Verse 1]
Better act right, 'cause I'll smack !@()s
Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe

(*##$ wanna live that rap life
But I already hit that last night
Think you $#&@in' with me, huh?

Must be hittin' that crack pipe
I've been makin' my money
Thank God I learned to add right

My cash like that cocaine
Give me more, said give me more
Don't worry 'bout it, ain't no thing

Big titty hoes in my videos
Plastic (*##$, don't kiss and tell
Smack her $$# and then wish her well

Life sucks, but I give 'em Hell
Get money, $#&@ girls, three big...
I've got a million in my briefcase

'Bout to shop for some real estate
'Bout to party with drugs, though
Turn it up, (*##$, feel the bass

Blowin' money, in your face
Feelin' good, livin' great
Bad (*##$es in different states

It's like I think I'm fit to chase
With !@$^ stars, sports cars
And my crib got a courtyard

How'd we get all this money, though?
You know how big his tours are
Greedy (*##$, you a needy (*##$

Want some money but need some dick
And I'm 'bout that monogram
When I die, (*##$ should $#&@ my hologram, though

When I die, (*##$ should $#&@ my hologram, though
When I die, (*##$ should $#&@ my hologram, though
My hologram...


[Hook]
We in my black Benz, windows up

Gettin' head, smokin' blunts
Everybody know what's up
And I turn them girls to !@#%s

Crib's like a mob boss
My (*##$ get my car washed
Weed nonstop, my dick out

Her jaw drop, 'cause all we do is...
$#&@ - $#&@, $#&@, $#&@...
All she wanna do is...

$#&@ - $#&@, $#&@, $#&@...
All she wanna do is...
$#&@ - $#&@, $#&@, $#&@...

All she wanna do is...
$#&@ - $#&@, $#&@, $#&@...
$#&@...


[Verse 2]
Don't I look like a drug dealer?

Don't I look like I'm somebody?
Killin' beats with that Murder Inc.
Don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti?

Ride through in my hippy van
You broke (*##$es don't give a damn
You softer than the Michelin man

Your (*##$ put #~!!@ on Instagram
But it go hard when my flow start
They brand new, but they old cars

Your pockets is on low carbs
She'll do a show, she a pole star
In the penthouse with her pants down

Get the camera out, no hands now
Them hard drugs, we done ran out
Can't believe that's somebody's grandchild

She's so bad, but I like it
Wanna hear your #~!!@, I'll mic it
My credit card bill is righteous, but

Girl, that $$# is so priceless
Spent the night with the right chick
My dick's ill, my pipe's sick
Small #~!!@, tight fit
She loves to sniff that white %#@!

$#&@ free, no charge
I play the #~!!@ like Mozart
Eat the #~!!@, I won't starve
Love the #~!!@ with my whole heart
(*##$ named Layla like Clapton, hoe

Give me head in the Benz and Captain Mo'
And I'm 'bout that monogram
When I die, (*##$ should $#&@ my hologram, though
When I die, (*##$ should $#&@ my hologram, though
When I die, (*##$ should $#&@ my hologram...


[Hook]