you know about makin' real paper
to break em' down on the table?
What you know about hustlin'
I'm young, rich, and thuggin',
Real hustlers, I ball it,
Tell ya A &R -er, I ride with a AR -15
Which means you know what I mean
Niggas hate it cause I made it,
Who you know, clockin' 3 .3 each year
So meet me in the VIP, way in the back
Losin' money like a motherfucker,
Plus my watch comin' next,
tryin' to get a grill like me
Y 'all niggas bout to go broke
And you don't look too familiar
cause it's lonely at the top
drinkin' lean, smashin' pills
to Nashville or Catsville
Like Buck Collard, I'm rich, fuck college
I got 85 hoes and 3 cars with hydraulics
Cullen with they G -Packs
Dodgin' prison and livin'
and the hookers just wanna fuck
You outta luck, lil' nigga,
we ain't fuckin' with y 'all
That's why when y 'all come around,
We gorillas runnin' wild,
but that money keep me tamed
when I'm aimin' at your brain
I own 12 chains and all of them
and one Bentley is what they call
I can see why a lot of niggas mad at me
cause I'm enjoying myself
But when y 'all niggas was having fun
It's crazy man, everywhere I go
I'm screaming Texas, Texas
And you still got some niggas
still wanna hate on a nigga man