I got a feeling nigga really that my money be the root Look up at the stars she like honey where the roof? Pull up hear the dogs canaries they goin roof Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof That boy had it hard no facade its the truth So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof Proofs in the pudding and that baking sodas taking Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams I flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top These hoes so excited they catching every drop I'm dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write That Mayweather money looking funny in the light But who really cares we just throw it in the air Celebrating wealth pouring moet in her hair Excuse me her weave the blue is a weave Trunk full of white car smell like blue cheese That boy get salad beef bout movements BM dubs on them big things looking foolish Shawty sitting low big things popping Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops Fuck one time I gave her to the block I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you lil trey Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit Banned in 1994 but I'm to legit to quit 1996 kilos was the shit but that be better then roofing that shit be bad for ya skin Niggas was ruthless and lord knows that I've sinned But I thought about my future in the loops I could pin Walked out on a gig and I turned to the streets Kept my name low key I ain't heard from in weeks I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls If I drop another album I did that for my dogs 10 Maybach's everybody riding big I just sit back like look what I did Then I bow my head and beg for forgiveness Once I said my prayer everybody back to business Smoking on a blunt in my own restaurant people looking from a distance think I'm big daddy kunk Reincarnated spirit of a g beef ill make u dinner take a seat so we could eat A Farrakhan aura paws on the pork you eat from the bowl while ya dog need a fork Niggas ain't loyal snakes slithered in they coil im laughing at you Cause kill you niggas when I'm bored We stepping on ya crew until you motherfuckers crush And making sweet love to every women that you lust I love to pay her bills can't wait to pay her rent Curtis Jackson baby mama I ain't asking for a cent Burn the house down gotta buy another Don't forget the gas can jealous stupid motherfucker To another chapter paper that I captured Caught up in the rapture off of gunshots and laughter Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny Women love to stare cause they know they see the money I open up my mind by opening bank accounts deposit a 100 stacks Break up wont take it out baby that's a gift maybe you could live I knew it wouldn't work but I just like to give used to run the street Young nigga bare feet now I'm in the suites and I'm eating crab meats Ice so right other rappers envy they calling all my jewelers up asking what he spending Thinking bout BOSS not thinking bout them here's a letter to my enemies one I won't send amen