Let's get right to it man,
you know what I'm here to do
Writer, I used to grind in the park
That'll rip your line in a park
if you say the guy in it's sharp
My bank account remind me
but obviously I'm up in math
Walk past coach an d economy,
Smother cash over the border
hound poundin' cheese an d franks
Why you think I'm smilin'
anytime I leave the bank?
I'm stackin' up tremendous
I know ain't nothin' funny,
but I crack up while I spend it
Them stackeries get finished,
ask them addicts how I get it
I'm stretchin' off the beam
like I'd rather be a gymnast
I'll rip you up in Spanish
Then black on you in English,
the track I need forensics
The cat about his business,
couple clappers in the renter
like they practicing a scrimmage
you can never add up to the minutes
I don't have to see a dentist
You dig it, I'm hot as June,
you can never stop the goon
That's why your girl tryna tie me
so she could control my life
But I tell her the jeweler's
the only nigga throwin' rice
You ain't never holla white,
you scary as a poltergeist
Only time you ever fit the go against me
Is when your clothes are tight,