Lyrics

[Intro] CG, you made this one? That's my bike, punk Ah ha ha, somebody in trouble That's what it sound like, right? Bitch [Verse] Real money counters count the money, it can't count me Y'all see I got this shit up out the mud, why would you doubt me? We came from thuggin' hard on Mackin Road, now we on South Beach My mindset is set to do whatever life allow me I'm the undisputed heavyweight Talkin' to my parlay, but I'm not Desi Banks All this water on my chest would make a levee break I'm finna beat pop's ass, I think he seventy-eight Pow, he caught one to the head, now that's a brain check I swear to God, I love a bitch who like the same sex You gotta knock the boss off first, he the main threat You out here trickin' with these bitches, boy, that's paid sex D-Boy pulled up on a nigga in the same 'Vette I'm finna take mines back It got the switchy thing on the back, that's why it spray like that She lookin' like she got her body sculpted, why she shaped like that? Bitch called me talkin' 'bout she pregnant, why you play like that? 'Cause I'll smack a bitch Don't let her in 'cause I'm a better man when I'm off Actavis Thirteen thousand for some paint, shit immaculate Ma, we on our way to the top, shit miraculous Cut a bitch short, her pussy drier than a cactus First two years, I made three hundred thou' off rappin' They like, "Mike, we know you got it for the low, then why you taxin'?" Gotta keep my bitch down on the low, 'cause she an actress Plus, she got a big coochie on her, too, look like Patrick Whack a nigga while I'm gettin' high as hell, ghetto assassin If I can't have you, bitch, you gon' die, Fatal Attraction Caught her stealin' out my pack and left her face on a mattress I got big dreams to make it to the top, I was the chosen one I'm the Tiger Woods of my neighborhood, put a hole in one I knew he wasn't gon' pop shit, I could tell how he hold his gun I drop back and let the chop clap, this the longest one Fuck that, let off a whole hunnid, he can't bust back Bro in the police cruiser with some dope under his nutsack It's quick as hell tryna lean alone, I want my crutch back I'm sick of niggas talkin' money shit but they can't up that Niggas broke as fuck, I got a Kel-Tec This bitch hold fifty, press on the back and it'll open up You like to fuck bitches when they drunk, let her sober up Blew the dust off the Tommy gun, this bitch old as fuck Like in '09? no, I don't want no head, I want a blowjob We makin' sure the doors locked, check the doorknob Bitch, we shut off like a rocket within no time Now it's showtime