Check, check, check, check Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom We just want the money the respect and all the power The money and the power fucking up a check These bitches fucking for a check Counting all this money with my

Shawty look good in the moonlight All these pussy niggas so bad mind Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right, uh Spotlight, moonlight Nigga, why you trippin'? Get your mood right Spotlight, uh, moonlight, uh Spotlight, uh, moonlight All alone, call

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin' back what's mine Laughing you motherfuckers can't

I know, I know We movin' Diego, Diego Just made 100, I need 8 more We all in Margiela I'm the new Tony Montana nigga These niggas is jealous They just can't understand a nigga no They move on my say so, my say so .30 on my hip, nuevo

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Tay Keith, this too hard Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy (Run that back, Turbo) I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides We get M's in by the shoe size I don’t fuck with y'all

That's a light day The shit you doin', homie, I done all that twice I ain't never lived in the moment Busy tryna find another way to feel that rush Man, fuck the celebration, concentrate on gettin' bigger I'm tryna find a way to feed all these niggas Can

I grew up in the streets without no heart Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a twelve car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers cards? 'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fucking soft

Everything right I got at least 200 hoes Fresh to death, and I leave my current in a doze Up and down you ain't receive nothin' 'bout this dough And these hundreds ain't goin' nowhere like a moat All these niggas Everything right, you back in Givenchy I

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

Bitch, I'm mad balling, all my diamonds mad flawless (21) We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious I got mad dick, turning these hoes into mad stalkers (21) Bitch, I'm mad balling, all my diamonds mad flawless 21, 21, 21 21 21 I'm from out the