First they love me, then they hate me,
Then we family and we not,
Nigga, it's your phone with friend
All I know is that we close to the end
Listen close to the raps,
standing close to the edge
I'm not, bitch, I couldn't pitch a whole
Made me kidnap your bitch
and rock your missus to bed
She said, the taste of dollars was shitty
I left her at the cop house
Whole time she was cryin',
Don't make me have to blaze the guns in
Y 'all niggas ain't takin'
Whole time I was makin' money
but you ain't makin' honey
What's she doin', still nothin', honey?
you still ain't got nothin' on me
and your dough is even bonier
Your corny as a cubic zirconium
Back of the sauce, to see the new people
in the back of the Porsche
Y 'all still back and forth in court
You say you married to the streets,
I think you need a divorce
You can't run with Frieza,
Frieza doors so he lasts long
I'm just getting my laughs off.
I'm just getting my raps off.