I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him
Jam get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again
He was catchin' murders, way back then, that's when them MACs was in
I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again
F**d her then she told that she hate me, now she back again
And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'
Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in
Niggas told me, all the rappers p**y, I ain't no rapper then
They told 'em what type of car was in, I had to go get it wrapped again