Call me what you want but you can't call me broke Pull up with that choppa and a telescope Got 50 chickens in with me, runnin' around in my city Young rich nigga trappin' out Bentleys, rich nigga trappin' out Bentleys We makin' a motion picture,

Ben, the two of us need look no more They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way Don't pack themselves together and run as one Don't shit where they're not supposed to Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare They don't compare, rats

Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be Water runs up through my door And washed me clean of my childhood Dirt on the floor, a reminder Well I can't tell you I'm not at all afraid Crossing that river again on a boat Takes in more than it floats on above And

You know, you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho This flow is gon' bring more dough You do know but actin' like you don't know Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know We run it, you do know but you actin' like you don't

I wish I stayed With that skipping rope, the trampoline, The crafty smoke that made us choke But we didn't give up hope It's just the simple ways of getting paid, The carelessness of running away You can fall if you want to! It's just a matter of how far

'Round and 'round they go Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Than to get down in a hole 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Rather be strapped and ride with a pole Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top 'Round and 'round they

Tonight I decided I don't give no fucks (Don't give a fuck) give no fuck Wake up in the morning, up like Donald Trump Side bitch, she tried to tie me up Why the fuck my new engine in the trunk? Skrrt, in the trunk (Don't give a fuck, nah) give no fuck

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

You win my love Oh, but if you want to win it You win my soul You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

All I want from you is drug sex Run it up and never go back (Go back) Tell me why the fuck you mad though? (Mad though) I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough) I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho) Forty pointers on your ho-ass