I'm from where your hustle determines your salary.
Home invasions, duct tape. Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face.
Kill em all, Rolls Royce, ghost nigga, ball. Phantom drop head, shit I had to get em all.
I'm back to trappin' like I'm 'posed to, nigga. Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, nigga.
My bitch had a vest, with one foot in the trap. If I bust at your chest, I bet that's a wrap.
Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don. With an ambitious bitch, lotus flower bomb.
If you at the table, then you eat what I eat.
I'm feeling the money, I'm loving the paper. Nigga hating the hood. Took his ho to Jamaica.
Now bring that drama that you spokin', nigga. Ain't no water drippin' out this super soaker, nigga.
Learning your whereabouts, burners to air 'em out. Bitches a motion picture, I'm picturing Paramount.