All you niggas act like hoes Cause you know I got yo hoe I be counting up my rolls Give a damn about a hoe See the cops I gotta go Boutta take a backroad I be at the Citgo every day for the low Taxin niggas out their money I feel like I'm Uncle Sam I don't flex for you niggas I be flexin for the Gram Took his bitch then I fucked her Bet I fucked her right on cam Finesse niggas out their money That's exactly who I am You say you a trap nigga You can't even whip a brick You say you a real nigga Explain how I took your shit Why your bitch on my dick That's supposed to be your bitch She just want a trap nigga And she likes me cause I'm rich I can never be a hoe And I put that on my soul All my niggas on the road Take my chain I gotta go I be countin bankrolls Sellin bricks by the stove I be at your corner store Catch me by the Citgo Shawty bad she so fine She gon hop in the ride Fuck the police they some hoes I can't even be outside Bitch my diamonds they be dancing Boy I'm clean just like some tide If finessin was a crime Woulda had to do some time 3 grams and a wad I can smoke it by myself Speedin in a fuckin Bimmer Boy your ass gon get left I got 33 rounds So I do not need no help Sprayed a pistol at his face Then I ask him how it felt Bitch I'm tryna get designer Tryna rock a big belt Ben and Junction are my friends I don't trust nobody else I be coolin in the crib I been rollin up that dough All my niggas want you dead So they send shots with the skull I'm poured up that 4 Gotta pour up that 4 Pour up that 4 I gotta pour up that 4 I'm done I want some more I gotta pour up that 4 Pour up that 4 (3x) Then I go take your hoe Pour up that 4 That 4