| Back once again, sipping Henn, mixed with juice and gin |
| Bitches in, couple lady friends countin Benjamins |
| Spinners spin, on the 20-twins that Mercedes-Benz |
| Dividends made a change of plans well that all depends |
| Shout-out my parolees and I smoke that OG |
| Kush mother fuck the police, all my niggas rock gold teeth |
| So hood and we so street, sippin on that codeine |
| We hustle hard no sleep, your bitch loose that’s no leash |
| I ain’t talking 'bout no money, I ain’t talking 'bout no cars |
| Talking 'bout no diamonds cause that shit is a facade |
| Times is really hard, I fucked a couple broads |
| Smoked some purple out the jars, let me tell you who we are |
| I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem’s what I’m repping |
| Tell 'em quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second |
| Pretty motherfucker, Harlem’s what I’m repping |
| Tell 'em quit the bitchin we gon' make it in a second |
| See me in the hood the gangsters saying wassup (Wassup) |
| Pretty nigga in some shit you never hear of |
| Only thing bigger than my ego is my mirror |
| Yeah, clothes getting weirder |
| Money get longer, pretty nigga pin your hair up |
| The nerve of this dude but im cool as a fan |
| 40 ounce full of brew |