I’m stepping in the mother****in driver’s chair (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
I’ve been stuntin 7-5 thousand diamonds clear (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
You ain’t no gangsta, you’s a mother****in 
Ron my playa (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
Been moving weed, state to state 
Spittin flows, getting cake 
****in hoes, get plenty face 
My friends say 
I’m a mental case 
My bitch sayin 
I leave er 
And she gon give me a bigger case 
She know where the shotties and a bunch of ****in bodies lit 
Natural pullin struttin bitch, 
I’ll be getting money 
If a sucka try and punk me, 
I’m bombing – no introductions 
If these homies try and brush, 
I chop it, get off and run it 
I grew up in the 90’s, 
I keep me from frontin 
With a 6th sense, money power get that 
I’m livin the thug life 
I’m rolling to them big stripes, big stacks, go like 
I’m pitch black 
I take er for the night and after that you get your bitch back 
Well she won’t let you get that 
I’m stepping in the mother****in driver’s chair (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
I’ve been stuntin 7-5 thousand diamonds clear (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
You ain’t no gangsta, you’s a mother****in rhyme my playa (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
I hit 22 gun shots to niggas who love cops 
Them picking up people in mug shots 
I’m on my grind (I get money, big money), 
Yea, I’m on my grind (I get money, big money) 
I hit 22 gun shots to niggas who love cops 
Them picking up people in mug shots 
I’m on my grind (I get money, big money), 
Yea, I’m on my grind (I get money, big money) 
Roll out! 
It’s bread over everything, you get your money – let it be 
Life is just a felony, at least that’s what they tellin me 
G code, I live it to the letter like it’s spellin 
B One foot in the grave, still the bury me a ****in 
G I’m stepping in the mother****in driver’s chair (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
And these suckas tryina ride and so we die in there (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
I’ve been stuntin 7-5 thousand diamonds clear (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
You ain’t no gangsta, you’s a mother****in rhyme my playa (I get grips yea like Ric Flair) 
Halla at them 
G Wanna make some money man 
Let’s work for real bread man, not paying man 
You work with me 
Ric mother****er 
Flair nigga