After all the money I made, I'm still sittin' in the trap
Hood ain't gave us nothin' good, I don't know, I guess we trapped
Don't want them bricks if they ain't stamped
If they short, we bringin' it back
Put my feet up in the Maybach
She in the back, I'm relaxed
I can't rap it if I ain't did it, this shit facts
Through my mans, you get my price, if I don't know you, you gettin' taxed
Straight flight to Oakland, what you smokin'? This shit thrax
We was probably done with it when you start puttin' your weed in packs
Got off the road, just made it back
Man, that lil' shit you flashin' ain't nothin', I lost that shit in craps
And I still ain't done, nigga, back to back
We just poured a pint in two Sprites, it's just me and Smack
Mix it with the 'za, it got me smacked, damn near missed my flight
If you ain't chasin' cash, what you doin', nigga? Get off your ass
Have 'em put the cash in the bag, pull off paper tag
We heard about that shit you talkin' 'bout, nigga, that shit make-believe
I'm in the spot right now, it's full of 'bows, feel like it's Christmas Eve
I pull up doin' two hundred in the whip, feel like it's Need for Speed
My old-school cost a hundred, shit look like it's out a magazine
All night servin' dope fiends, gone off Xans and lean
Cuz whip it, it's gon' jump back like a trampoline
I influenced all my niggas, they say they feel it in my rap music
I grew up around niggas cookin' dope, this that crack music
They ain't never went to class, but they trap fluent
We can speed there all we want, but comin' back cruisin'
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