While everybody talkin' down, I'm up, bitch
I ain't goin' broke, I'm stuck rich
Call your bitch, like, pull up and do that one shit
Talk to her while I fuck, make her cum quick
AP, new freezer, I'm too lit
All my haters need a hospital, they too sick
I put my chains in the freezer, they too lit
Somebody get them boys a hospital, they too sick

If a nigga talk crazy, hit that kill switch
How you hate a nigga that do all real shit
My lil' brother comin' home to a meal ticket
The people get me in that room, I ain't gon' spill shit
All the real bitches think I'm heaven sent
My lil' neph' growing up, he turned 11 quick
But he can't drink none of this pop because it's medicine
I had to get rid of my .40, that bitch evidence
How Tee a gangsta, he stole laptops
After First Day Out die down, he ain't gon' be back hot
Don't think I'm gangsta when you see, test it, watch this MAC pop
In that drop-head, tell my haters suck a fat cock
I ain't good at sellin' drugs, I done tried it
I'm too lazy for scams, bitch, I tried it
I got rich off telling stories how my life went
Bring the loyalty, one hundred, bitch, we locked in
In that cell musty, couldn't believe myself
Lawyer wasn't doin' shit I had to free myself
Pops left the world early, had to teach myself
Niggas out here lookin' crazy, they should see they self
I know bro would give me half if I needed it
Bro cool but that boy'll turn demon quick
'Cause, when it's beef, make sure you don't sleep on that
My dawg tried to line me up, he think I'm sleep on that
While you niggas talkin' down, I'm up, bitch
I ain't goin' back broke, I'm stuck rich
He tried to hide her but I still hit that dumb bitch
One night and then I'm done with that punk bitch
Only one of me but ho, I'm doubling
I put his mans in the morgue, I know he double sick
Ask about me in the clubs, nigga, I double tip
I'm runnin' shit, whoever don't like it, suck a dick
Bitch, when you see a boss keep twerkin'
Keep doin' that and you gon' be my next purchase
60 racks too easy for this choker, I can merch it
Ass so soft, titties right, you perfect
Pussy so wet it make waves, we surfin'
Nigga in your DM three times, he thirsty
Used to be broke, catchin' buses, I was bummin'
Now when bitches see me out they like "it's a husband"
Girl don't thank me for that cash, it's just money
Don't even thank me for that bag, it ain't nothin'
He don't buy bags, who he foolin'?
That nigga bag little, he ain't tryna blow through it
You got a table full of niggas but it's war play
I don't even fuck with Unc and even Unc ate
Some older nigga told me, boy, you should love hate
'Cause nigga you wouldn't be poppin' if they wasn't hating
Hold up, when I was broke I never blamed God
That's why every back end, I thank God
They said I wouldn't make it but they ain't God
That's why I say "ain't it a blessing", gotta claim God

And while you niggas talkin' down, I'm up, bitch
I ain't goin' broke, I'm stuck rich
Call your bitch, like, pull up and do that one shit
Talk to her while I fuck, make her cum quick
AP, new freezer, I'm too lit
All my haters need a hospital, they too sick
I put my chains in the freezer, they too lit
I put his mans in a hospital, he too sick
While you niggas talkin' down, I'm up, bitch
I ain't goin' broke, I'm stuck rich
Call your bitch, like, pull up and do that one shit
Talk to her while I fuck, make her cum quick
AP, new freezer, I'm too lit
All my haters need a hospital, they too sick
Put my chains in the freezer, they too lit
I put his mans in a hospital, he too sick

Copyright: Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Martin McCurtis, Terry Wallace