| Ridin''round the city with some brand new heat |
| Brand new car, brand new feet |
| Brand new seats, brand new smell, put out the roach, light a brand new L Fuck you bitch, I’m actin’brand new |
| Fuck you bitch, my shirt brand new |
| Fuck you bitch, my shoes brand new |
| Fuck you bitch, I’m actin’brand new |
| I’m cold like a midnight in Aspen |
| I am the president and the assassin |
| Cameras, on big lights, action |
| Welcome to the show, I am the main attraction |
| Money in the mattress, money in the attic |
| Money on my mind, money is my habit |
| Stay on the grind until the money’s automatic |
| Bitch I love money I’m a fucking fanactic |
| All day strapped grip tight, graspin' |
| Say what? Who me? Click-Clack, blast 'em |
| Chrome 24's tires thin like napkins |
| Gotta ride big cuz i am like a captain |
| You know i’m a boss, chillen, relaxin |
| Probably in my office, doin’my taxes |
| You little niggas so not in my bracket, |
| And I don’t even have time to practice |
| I got ice, ridiculous price |
| Your camera has never saw a picture this nice (Hmm) |
| I’m fishin and the bitches will bite |
| It’s prolly cuz my game is fixin in tight, Right |
| I’m fuckin every bad bitch twice |
| And if she does’nt wear panties then I’ll fuck her on sight |
| I’m nasty like spice |
| I know what she likes |
| I can make a black women scream like she white |
| I can make a white women scream like Mike |
| But before she start singin', she gotta check my Mic |
| Niggas just hatin' |
| And I dun lost sight |
| It’s like i don’t see 'em I only see the night |
| You talkin that shit but you boys just hype |
| I hope you bring a gun to the fight Aight? |
| Louis V tennis shoes, big brown stripe |
| You think you fresh, Nigga I’m ripe |
| Brand new coupe, drivin’crazy then the mother’s |
| Sittin’low in the seats with the burner sittin’under |
| Got my tank top toppe on it Prolly ain’t summer |
| But I ride like that cuz I’m hotter than the others |
| Damn, theres no keepin up with the brother man |
| I can spell my name in burnt rubber |
| I’m gone |
| Leave me alone |
| Now the dog is at supper |
| You can wash my plate an put it back in the cupboard |
| I’m so far ahead of them suckers |
| Im gonna have to start rappin’in numbers |
| I promise the flows don’t stop they come rappin like thunder |
| I bet you hide under your covers |