Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot you niggas is pussy All you niggas is broke I know these niggas is not really doin' what they pretendin' be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it

Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break) Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit

Yeah, and you don't stop (Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop) Tonight's the night I get in some shit (yeah) Deep Cover on the incognito tip Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too Cause you niggas know I'm coming at you I guess that's part

I still fuck 'em like I used too I need to put that shit on Youtube Cause you know we got that dancefloor crazy Single ladies come and have my baby Hey my nigga come and grab your lady Lemme see you twerk it, lemme see if you can twerk it 'Cause you know

'Cause its levels to this shit Lil nigga 'cause its levels to this shit Lil nigga we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hoes Lil nigga we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck the same chicks Lil nigga we don't get the same paper, you a

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

Put you're lighters up if you want to Pull you're motherfucking dodger caps over you're motherfucking eyes Till you can't see shit I want you to go blind nigga So you can feel how I felt when I was in that motherfucking coma Raised in the city of angels

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed money (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the

All these haters See you later All that I could do But you don't even feel me though I know you know I know you got that power So CG but a nigga stay real Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit