(Run that back, West)
I'm sick and niggas want wars, but won't take a risk
Threezy just walked through the door, you better hide your bitch
Came from nothing, I get money, can't tell me shit
Thirty thousand on the watch, got a perfect wrist
My Crips on the block like Mutombo
My jewelry cost a house and a condo
I only dogged your bitch out 'cause that's what piss do
The chopper kickin' this bitch, gotta know the jitsu
Bullets slam him on his back like he Craig
My homie catch one and he clippin' his dreads
I'ma keep putting tats, my Boosie fade
No matter where I'm at, I'm still getting paid
Baby bad with a fat ass and she know I want her
The niggas broke, looking bad, I don't know who gon' join 'em
At the mall, blow my pocket, I'm ballin' out
Put your ice in a twenty ounce, I sip large amounts
You say my name and that's money, must want you some'
This a fully auto Drac', I'm tryna spit the drum
Perc' 10, my bitch a ten, this a ten milly
Ten thousand, but that's light 'cause I'm Mr. Chilly
Bottega heels, French tip, she know she mine
I'm in the field, getting money while she blow my line
Your bitch pay when y'all at dinner, you poor as shit
Pourin' drank every day, I'm getting scripts
I'm sick and niggas want wars, but won't take a risk
Threezy just walked through the door, you better hide your bitch
Came from nothing, I get money, can't tell me shit
Thirty thousand on the watch, got a perfect wrist
My Crips on the block like Mutombo
My jewelry cost a house and a condo
I only dogged your bitch out 'cause that's what piss do
The chopper kickin' this bitch, gotta know the jitsu
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