Good morning Haha, wake your mother fucking asses up Yo what is the what? Well come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleeping on my roof bitch! For whatever it's worth it's worth me having my ass whipped 'Cause I'ma have the last lift that ever

I used to be down, I fucked around and I got rich I'm driving foreign whips, spent a hundred on my wrist I might take your bitch, private flight, take a trip Your bills be stacking up while I'm stacking up my chips Your bitch on my dick, when she see me,

Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me (Yeah!) Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami (Yeah!) Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (Yeah!) Hmm, ain’t fucking with no off-brand bitch (Yeah!) Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli Ooh, I'm feelin' like

Bitch I'm a boss (I'm a boss) Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I plan the shots (ugh) I call the calls (ugh) We in this bitch It's goin' down Yeah I'm the king Now where my mu'fuckin' crown? I plan the shots, I call the calls Look I be riding through my

You were crying like a bitch. And so you tell me I Can't take my chances, But I told you one too many times, And you were crying like a bitch. And you wonder why No one can stand you, And there's no denying, Strut on by like a king

Rock bottom I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left but pride Nothing left to say Don't bring that shit to me I ain't your bitch, I ain't your boy I ain't no god damn motherfucking toy I'm not dead, I'm still alive You don't like it, you can go

Reporting live from the fucking gutter bitch I ain't talking nothin' but big money shit I ain't talking nothin' but big money bitch I ain't talking about some real money shit And she love it dog, yeah, yeah But these the times we gotta live through (I

I'm just pillow talking with a bitch I just finished spazzin' on a bitch Now I'm pillow talking with a bitch She like apples to oranges That's brain Please don't neglect the brain Ey, ey Dmn! L tapped twice on some ass like grams

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

You know I got to keep ballin' Till the FEDs come we ballin' out Y'all niggas y'all know what this about when I'm ballin' That stash house, we in and out Until God calls for me I'mma keep ballin', keep on ballin' To my niggas and my bitches looking down