Lyrics

[Hook] Now I'm the one they like to hate on To the day you're included know I'mma keep on moving And you can tell yourself fuck it, get your hate on I like to smoke on the Buddha, I'm out stacking my loot up You can get with this, you can get with that Keep extended clips, know that I be strapped Tires on the whip, make you think the rims flat Now you can get with this or you can get with that [Verse 1] I'm adding numbers, I'll make it double and add another To keep it simple for you: get money, motherfucker I'm from the land where all the shorties get to dumping Niggas ain't in the bed, but they planning them undercovers Fuck the law and I'mma ball like Rucker Couple grams in the hand and I'mma jam like Smuckers I never lease and I'm a beast with the bunnies I keep a dime on my side, her booty big as a onion I got it on the ave when Fab was rocking throwbacks I was smoking kush when you was peddling dro bags I'm a dog without the time for a gat Napping 'til I'm Warren Buffet, need to hustle to max Alerting to fuck shit, oh no, we ain't having that You know I get it popping like a box full of Cracker Jacks What's cracking, Jack? Know I can handle that Say you're a gorilla, we come from a different habitat [Hook] [Verse 2] Now tell me who's the boss and never dealt with the faults At any moment it's a [?] crossed Whatever I was driving I was getting it off I paid the cost, I deserve to lay my head in the loft Fuck the haters, plenty paper, I'm getting it Heard you probably pissed, you know I really don't give a shit My niggas strapped like dykes and getting licks Any nigga need me with advice is getting rich Leave me with the waiter and put it all on me Show her love, buy a dub, get it, it's all bug-free As you can see there's a reason I get no sleep Gotta think, baby, I don't hustle, I don't eat Never take a plea of living on my knees A product of the windy city, know that I blow trees And ever since I got a deal now I be up in the feed Even bitches on the Vegas Strip be fucking with me [Hook]