I ain't believing they shit
And they rich i see 'em in the streets
I ain't believing they shit
Every- everybody rapping like they ballin
I ain't believing they shit
While I'm grippin on the grain,
Check one two, one two, bitch!

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Get now(shit) but I'm the closest
I'mma pretty yellow nigga
Keep my finger on the trigger (trigger)
I see you niggas on the slab
Ya jewelry lookin funny (uh)
Y'all ain't seeing no rap
+Dirty Money+ (Dirty Money)
I be in the streets lettin
Nigga it ain't no main thang (
Coward niggas makin death
But bitch you better bring
Because if you miss me you ain't
Gon' make it to the hospit
Pussy nigga ain't gon' win
Everybody actin like they ballin
And simply fallin on that Benz
With ice the price of a house
And I'm the truth, muthafuck the rest
Look at this 30 in my mouth
You in the presence of a playa
Keep yo' cool cause I might go off
And I walk with a attitude
I guess they love to ride my dick
Cause they watchin me like I'm TV
While these niggas out here
Capping 'bout what they got
Or be the reason they get
The mouth and ran off the block
I ain't gotta say I'm ballin
Bitch you see it on my wrist
VVS on my fist and these haters pissed
They ice don't even shine like
Then again they never seen the size
Let's handle business baby!
Yeah grippin on the grain
(you know what it is) geyeah!
You ain't the truth and I'm talkin to you
Ya jewelry sho' actin funny
Get it appraised for less than me when
I'm wearin no ice ya dummy!
Better not think ya thinkin of ballin
Cause ya showed up at Johnny
It's a whole bunch of money
You equivalent with "it depends"
Whether or not you knows the
Seventy thousand dollar difference
Fix ya lens, getcha spend
Ya game been up and still pretend
Don't pretend that yo' whip's a Benz
You talkin 'bout they slang and
Niggas be talkin 'bout they swang
Spent my broad, leave a complaint
I ain't gon' charge her to the game
Tellin that ho to release a Visa
Then I'mma charge her for a ring
Me and Pimp be ridin candy 'l lac
That's a Cadillac my nigga, matter fact
And I sold it to 'em, plus he had a track
So he grabbed the deck and
Them boys was frontin like
So my nigga told me that they
I picked the phone up and
That's multi- jewelry, let 'em have it back