Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah gold crown top down as I cruise with a bad ho
Yeah i-9 from Chicago
I got the weed and the pussy but the money on my mind though
I got a line on the five pack
A hundred thangs on the scale mother****er can you buy that
She pop that pussy and rewind that
And suck a dick as I get twisted and listen to do or die rap
Freddie Kane young Corleone
Hoppin' out the van wit' the bows of the strong
Nigga gettin' paid from the shit that I record
Here my lord wit' the pack when a nigga came home
Told my nigga we be smokin' and chokin' rollin' it's all the same
Druggin' and still thuggin' it's all a game

Real nigga 'bout to cash out
I need my rims on my cars when I pull them bitches off the lot
**** the top cop the drop
And these hoes be on my jock for my hot
Car and watch but this pimpin' never stop
Tired or not what you thought
And this paper turn 'em out
What she 'bout ain't no doubt
Thank god I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And these hoes I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
Pesos I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And she know I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot

Thank god I got a

And I don't mean to be so careless baby

One thing on my mind it's the way I came up

So don't catch no feelings

Girl you playin' wit' the mother****in' realest
I'm a tell you that one more time
I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And these hoes I got a lot got a lot got a lot

Pesos I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot

And she know I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot

Thank god I got a

Yeah gold crown top down as I cruise with a bad ho
Yeah i-5 on the west coast
And I done been around the world
But in cali they blow the best dope
Bitches and palm trees I''m on when I came here
Plug was up north I pushed to the yay then
Shout-out my niggas I got a ton when the weight in
Feedin' my thugs I''m pullin' dubs in the state pen
****in' with frederico soprano
Niggas actin' monkey my clip I got a banana
Rollin' with guerillas these niggas don't want no banter
I just might go flippin' go back and forth with them hammers
Nigga we be smokin' and chokin' rollin' it's all the same

Druggin' and still thuggin' it's all a game
Full clip on the k thang
I got a shotty in the mother****in' trunk nigga don't get popped
**** the cops bodies drop
And these feds be on my block round the clock stop and watch
But this thuggin' never stop
Get that rock what you thought
And these haters talk a lot ain't gon' pop a hundred shots
Thank god I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And you know I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And these hoes I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
Pesos I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot

Thank god I got a

And I don't mean to be so careless baby eh

One thing on my mind it's the way I came up

So don't catch no feelings

Girl you playin' wit' the mother****in' realest
I'm a tell you that one more time
I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
These hoes I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
Pesos I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot
And she know I got a lot I got a lot I got a lot

Thank god I got a