Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it Got so many

Nah, I don't give a fuck Y'all can suck my dick I'm making pesetas while they're talking, talking shit Don't waste my time for this I'm making my dollars, dollars while they're tweeting tweets Nah I don't give a Wow, wow, great, great Rilès you're

Dear god, when I wake up, please can I have wings on my penis? amen Uh yo huh yeah let's do this Hey, yo, fuck this shit, I prayed to god but he forgot this kid Woke up and I was like, "I can't believe this, still ain't got no wings on my penis" Penises

I'm not your patron saint You're not my angel dear Horns up or down and now horns up I am your warpaint Lets make this crystal clear Horns up I am your worst fear Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance Shit for brains I'm a game of change One cut, two cut

This some shit I hate to share Escape this life or pay the fare Grab this gun and aim it there Shoot my pain and slay my fear Before I die, I say my prayer Don't worry about the mess just lay me there This is all I got so lay me bare One more time I'll

I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up!

Ain't got no regrets, I can't complain my life is great I just woke up today made a hundred thousand dollar play I sold 'em, ran them bags before an hour hit So many blue hundreds they stickin' like they counterfeit, I print this shit Whole lot of ones

And now I got a taste of my own medicine All this shit that I do to women It may be crazy, we all suckers for somethin' Oh yeah, yeah, yeah We all suckers for somethin', yeah We all suckers for somethin', oh And if you feel the way I feel, you might fuck

Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this La Di Da Di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're,

This is another story about dogs For the dog that don't pee on trees, is a bitch So says Snoop Dogg, get your pooper scooper Cause the nigga's talking shit I'm sipping on Tanqueray With my my mind on my money and my mouth in the ganjahy Are-A-G to the