When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Made a brick through a brick, I ain't whip up shit From the streets, but I got a little sense But I had to go coupe, no brain, coupe no brain I ain't worried 'bout you, I'ma do what I do And I do my

Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful

That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs

Nigga, I'm illy Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly All on my mind is to get more millies Niggaz talk shit that's silly Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really? Ay, I run this city, clearly Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich Never have to sell a brick again,

Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks Aye uh, got this bitch named Tasha, she let me fuck her in the car. Like Kim Kardashian, she wanna be a Star. Got this bitch named Britanny, with big ass titties. But bitches ain't shit, 'cause Bitches act Mickey

I shoot my shot and it brick (yeah) I'm not the nigga for lip (yeah) Puttin' my heart in the click (yeah) Don't think I'm built for this shit (yeah) Too busy thinking what if (yeah) Fell in love through a photograph I don't even know your name Wonder if

Just call this shit HiiiPower Five star dishes, food for thought bitches You can't resist his HiiiPower Throw your hands up for HiiiPower Visions of Martin Luther staring at me Nigga nothing less than HiiiPower Frightening, so fucking frightening Who

Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny I got so many theories and suspicions I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money,

I only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones Yeah, classic hip hop shit Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em We started out moppin' floors And now we front row at the awards Number one for the last twenty years If you

Plus, they keep bud in the kitchen, fuck some eggs and grits Jimmy Henchman with the shipment, I sold a lot of shit Woke up in the mornin', bust down me a brick East Atlanta, Zone 6, Gucci really rich Heard I killed a man allegedly, but I didn't bust a