Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

And why you can't get up off my back? Got me looking for a new dude When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more And I can take a lot of shit, but I won't take that Got a lot on my mind I'm thinking I'm needing a break to clear up the clutter, damn

After the club, strip When I get you home, strip We on that grown shit baby hop up on this I'ma take your clothes all off (strip) Take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) Your clothes clothes all off And when the valet pull up shorty ride with

Then get down Reach for the sky Then go ahead and kiss the ground This is a robbery now get down on the floor We’re here for all the shit that you don’t need no more (yeah) Get ‘em get ‘em up We want your cash open the safe get off the phone

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

Up to no good livin’ now I used to drink like a fish and run like a dog Done a whole lotta shit not permitted by law People call me the Picasso of painting the town And I’ve finally grown up I finally changed from that someone I was to somebody I ain't

It's too late for all that lovey-dovey shit I'm your brother shit, all that other shit It's too late for all that It's too late for all that, ayy Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) Whatever you did, it is what it is And I'm so tired (tired) I fuck with

Sixes hang in the door What kind of shit to ignore, I've cut the cloth (Ooh, hard line circle) How to know who to write How to know who can cull up all the questions (We know that I'm right, cause to clean out a night) I fell in love I heard about it, I

The type of shit that make you wanna let go The type of shit that make you wanna Change is slow, always has been, always will be What good is taking over, when we know what you gon' do This is called being high as shit That's the name of this song nigga,