Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash) Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad (smash, dad, smash) Cuffing that bitch when she fucking you going out sad (sad, huh, sad) I had a dream in the pool I was swimming through cash That's your

I just took one sip, all them cars move in slow-mo (Slow-mo, slow-mo) Broke up with me one day, girl your heart's just so cold (Like so fucking cold) Said that I'd give you the world and you turned it to a snow globe Said she wanna go to SoHo (SoHo,

Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir Splurgin' cash, sir, throwin' cash, sir Fuckin' hoes, sir, fuckin' hoes, sir Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta,

Sometimes it makes me wanna blow my fuckin head off Sometimes it makes me think the world has gone officially insane Sometimes it makes me wanna go a little mental We celebrate the idiot Pretend that we're so into it Dumb down our intelligence Just to

I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul Move along, nothing to see I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they

Fiesta, fiesta While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you seen her?" Yeah she wit me on the low Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo' After the show it's the after party then After the party it's

Stay in the cut on the Northside Hollowpoints, trigger fingers On my fucking .45 Demons rising out the crypt I snort me a fat line Never gave a fuck Grew up out the mud Pull up, then I pop the trunk Grew up with the fucking robbers Always kept the mask on

Follow my life, homie from start 'til now And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga hold me down Only my motherfuckin' momma nigga holds me down Eleven,

Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is Imma die alone Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone People calling me, asking me for money, man The only thing Imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone On the down low, haters drown slow I been

It's my blood Spin me round roll me over Fuckin' circus Stab it down one way needle Pulled so slowly Drains and spills, soaks the pages fills their sponges Painted, big turned into one of his enemies Stab it down fill the pages suck the life out Maker of