Hundred bricks, nigga, like a hundred chips. Hundred whips, nigga, another hundred clips. Overseas, nigga, on some hundred shit.

20 million on a ocean view, grinding that's what I'm supposed to do. Coach K and I.

YMCMB. When I look in the mirror I see a billion dollars, bitch look at me.

Ballin' till my last breath. Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess.

Hallways, choppa boys everyday. Spend your bank full of hundred B's in your face.

She soft as a bush nigga she purple like kush nigga. We high on that money nigga we get it from cook nigga.

Ball 'til I fall I done did it for my dawgs. Ball 'til I fall I done did it for y'all.

Birdman motherfucker.

Stunna and Patty Cake the worldwide Pusha. Birdman nigga leave the guns in the busher.

They callin' you don't come out then the black crow will touch ya.