Uh, life on the rocks too hard to swallow so we get high till it feel like the sky low ya’ll boys just a bunch of p-ssy cats milo money is the song, pockets on high note do ra me faso I rock like a fossil, big ball sh-t, Paul Castellano shoot ya ass up, now crawl out the condo thats that nine n-gga, lil rando sleeping with the enemy so I f-ck the World to Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl the sweetest southern girl (sweetest southern girl)
this is times up put your signs up made em pick my dude I line up baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them you see money you call very few are chosen looking at the wall you can feel them close in baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
Uh, mind over matter money over all the World is on my shoulders, shall I dust my shoulders off? uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls f-ck the bullsh-t, but just don’t f-ck it raw man p-ssy has a pattern and I know where I’m going and if you got beef I turn into a tenderloin sanity kills so I live the crazy life I wonder if you’ll pay attention if I change the price life is my wife, till death do us part man I’m fly as f-ck you aint even next to depart quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art
stepping on the bullsh-t you can be my doormat y’all aint going nowhere with that hatin’ sh-t, four flat disrespectful on the beat, Borat f-ck the system and the p-ssy wasn’t all that yeah, now time’s gettin’ shorter life on ya head like f-cking read carter now dont you cross me, you do better crossing the border so much money piled up I’m a muthaf-cking hoarder