You want it? I'm gonna give you chaos
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, this more chaos
I got a lot of hoes, huh, ain't got no main thot
I got a lot of clothes, talkin' 'bout, they ain't in the closet
He reach for this upside down cross, that 10 mil' hit his noggin'
I turn five to ten and turn ten to a hunnid thousand
I need to make a deposit, I got that money pile
Now everything poppin', bitch I came from public housin'
Now I took off just like a rocket, too high, ain't comin' down
Frrt, frrt, frrt
Huh, that's that gun sound
I'm gon' have to beat yo' ass, put yo' gun down
I was a delinquent skippin' class, man, I got funds now
Can't got back and forth with yo' broke ass, I'm way too busy
When you drive it spins, I drive with codeine
Rihanna, I got Fenty', I serve it to these fiends
I served the bitch the percs, she havin' pain in her spleen
EA Sports, NBA Live, I got game, I'm not green
Huh, huh, pussy niggas talkin', they ain't on it
Fatality, I took no damage from my opponent
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