| I’m bout my check, Nike Air |
| I am so unfair |
| I think you need a chair |
| Waiting on me to fail |
| You say you seen some money |
| Nigga tell me where |
| Is it over there? |
| Or is it in here? |
| I’m going overseas Im so used to Navy Pier |
| My car from overseas, at the light bitches stare |
| But I dont really care |
| Hop out look at my gear |
| I see Almighty Sosa when I look in the Mirror |
| I get money bitch Im serious |
| Riding fast my car so fierce |
| My car bet my cops so furious |
| My car bet like a lil kid |
| I beat my bitches like my kids |
| I treat these niggas like my kids |
| Your inquires serious and I’m so serious |
| Know I’m riding and Im so feared |
| And Im so weird |
| Member posted on the block selling beats |
| Every motherfucking club that I see |
| I be pulling up in the Rarri, felon-ney-neyy |
| Walking up in the clubs, they’re with me |
| Walking up in them stores buying everything I see |
| In the Jewlery store get my diamonds tested |
| Then I take a look up at ya everything sheisty |
| The Balenciagas super big, man everything Nike |
| I’m bout my check, Nike Air |
| I am so unfair |
| I think you need a chair |
| Waiting on me to fail |
| You say you seen some money |
| Nigga tell me where |
| Is it over there? |
| Or is it in here? |
| I’m going overseas Im so used to Navy Pier |
| My car from overseas, at the light bitches stare |
| But I dont really care |
| Hop out look at my gear |
| I see Almighty Sosa when I look in the Mirror |
| Take a look up in the Mirror, I see me |
| I dont wanna be nobody, I be me |
| Who your bitch going to see nigga? Prolly me |
| And she Spanish so you know she poppy me |
| Can’t come to the mansion, told her lobby me |
| Then we walk up in there told her Harley me |
| And then when we finish you know I be clean |
| Out the door, in my car, riding mean |
| She was on top of me and topping me |
| I was counting money in the money machine |
| Dont give a fuck if you were trained, ain’t no stopping me |
| And I ain’t go be on time, so ain’t no clocking me |
| Sosa is your rollin, bitch I might be |
| Nah baby I just do it just like Nike |
| And baby that money flowing let me wify |
| All you can do is suck and scrap me |
| I’m bout my check, Nike Air |
| I am so unfair |
| I think you need a chair |
| Waiting on me to fail |
| You say you seen some money |
| Nigga tell me where |
| Is it over there? |
| Or is it in here? |
| I’m going overseas Im so used to Navy Pier |
| My car from overseas, at the light bitches stare |
| But I dont really care |
| Hop out look at my gear |
| I see Almighty Sosa when I look in the Mirror |