I'm throwin' hundreds in your face, you better make that shit work Make, make that shit work, make, make that shit work Hop up on a dick, you better make that shit work Walk up in this bitch, you better make that shit work And when you hop up on a dick,

Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this Runnin' millions until my legs out Wheelchair

Don't talk to me, get your bread up We eatin', all my niggas fed up Bitch broke, shut up And we used to fuck but I got fed up Bitch you broke, shut up Yeah we used to fuck but I got fed up You a ho rat, that pussy throwback I’m tryna fuck, you ain’t

Yeah he's the packet man Excuse me trooper, will you be needing any packets Today? Yo, be , don't be throwin' on my jacket, ok? Cool, just trying to get your attention So you can take a look at this invention Now peep these, I got some more in my jacket

Kidnap the Sandy Claws Lalalalalala Lock him up real tight Throw Throw away the key and then Turn off all the lights First we're going to set some bait Inside a nasty trap and wait When he comes a-sniffing

Got a nigga goin' crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high I feel crazy Oh yeah, I feel crazy And Hennessy don't help Throw Throw me a cigarette, dawg! They got me feelin' crazier than a motherfucker I got Bad Azz in this motherfucker

Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show I got bitches gettin' naked, throwin' money on the floor Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin' 'cause he broke I ain't never played the bitch, I'm in the game and that's for sure Claustrophobic, dropped

Oh ah oh ah oh ah oh oh (Oh ah oh ah oh ah oh oh) I'm making all my own plans Throwing all my old ones away Draw a map, find a path Take a breath and run I'm going to open my mind to all these New found exciting possibilities Gonna grow up, Be someone

Throw your suitcase in the back Done gassed up the Pontiac Blastin' out to Johnny Cash Headin' for the highway Baby, we ain't ever comin' back What ya got? Quit my job, flipped off the boss, took my name off the payroll Screw you, man

I know you very afraid Nigga, be very afraid Tryna put dirt on my name Tryna throw throw dirt on my name Wanna put me in the grave Nigga just watch what you say Amen, I wanna pray to God, just in case we catch a prey, mmh I could draw a weapon on you, you can