Whoo! Shit loud nigga, not the music nigga the weed But anyway, know what I'm saying I could recall the last time I uhh You know I uh Knocked a nigga for his hoe man, you know So I go get a nigga a bag of Nachos He's like: What's the nachos for? Nigga, cus it's not yo' hoe no moe' I turn my pain into power Back in the days put the flame to the powder My lady waited on the counter with a towel While I sang a Rick James banger in the shower My folks is dependent on me I wish you could see my vision through them tinted Cartiers Women and liquor for the army As for the car, bitch, this is a Ferrari The best persevere I start my verse when the check clear I spark purp, silk shirt Half open with the chest hair Mind blowin' sex with the cognac breath Five star spread from the chef Never been a hater, I don't give a fuck enough Besides that, here shits on the up and up I got wind of betrayal I grab a big piece of shrimp by the tail Switch the cell, bitches on a nigga trail I won't nail nothing less than a bombshell Respect is the corner stone Bum niggas can't afford those clothes The four-four is chrome with the long nose Call it Ginobili, your real nigga show me I'm from a better cut of cashmere A plethra, the vest shed cat hair Jaguar jacket, scratch the catnip Black pimp, you bypass fat lip Deep rooted, the piece shooted The fact that I'm G can't be disputed Speak foolish, you can leak fluid Bust his chest wide open, you can see through it Always a had a pack for a way to get a stack Hustlin' this young niggas livin' in the shack Runnin' with the pack pull level off your back Crisp new era with the timbs all black Hangin' in the lobby with the clique with some knuckleheads Puffin' L's big gun by the underwear Just in case you was unaware I'm still a motherfucking man A new chapter A new Aston, the ghost, call it Casper The chain is Alaska The fact that my kicks is suede became a factor I'm rollin' hash with my current hoes Sniff the Chris Mullin off the envelope Smooth game, shaved butter soap 200k straight butter loaf Three hoes tryna rape a nigga I'm fixated on a greater figure (money) I scooped the bitch with the greater figure (body) Cause I'm a grade A nigga Paint the picture with a steady hand Same way I hold the 40, blow 20 grand Half naked woman tastefully, a belly dance I bet that pussy taste like a cherry champ Always a had a pack for a way to get a stack Hustlin' this young niggas livin' in the shack Runnin' with the pack pull level off your back Crisp new era with the timbs all black Hangin' in the lobby with the clique with some knuckleheads Puffin' L's big gun by the underwear Just in case you was unaware I'm still a motherfucking man