Pray to God I washed my hand, but I be damned 2012 100 racks to Uncle Sam A 24 year old millionaire Don't read the contract 'less a mill in there A1 credit, park my car bowlegged I got a bus full of bitches, I call it Jerome Bettis I grab my dick in the picture, your ho be cropping the image I let you scrape off the dishes, we eating nigga, I'll finish it Then come right back, hope you insomniac Sleep on me if you wanna take a dirt nap Bitch I'm talking ca-ca-ca-ca then more ca-ca-ca-ca Hit your roof until I pop your top up Then more ca-ca-ca-ca, til I know I gotcha Ballin like I'm baldin', then I see Jordan in the mirror Nigga that's flawless VVS, CC text me what you wearing Puttin my all inside your bitch, I grip her hips thats power steering About to hydroplane when I board that plane and land inside the building