The cheapest ring on my body cost a hundredI got ’bout a million worth in jewelsLook, I made a quarter up in LondonThen I bought twenty chops for the hoodLook, run down, run down, tag ’emI give ’em twenty if he catch ’em.44, .44, blast himHit ’em up, then I’m dashin’I’m poppin’, poppin’, I’m flashyThe bi**hes love me ’cause I’m catchyBad bi**h, bad bi**h, sassyShe got that fire like a dragonLook, big body, WagonI remember I ain’t have itTwenty-one, I’m a savageI got twenty-one in the caratsThrowin’ bulletsThrowin’ bullets like I’m MaddenLeave that ni**a in a casketThe cheapest ring on my body cost a hundredI got ’bout a million worth in jewelsLook, I made a quarter up in LondonThen I bought twenty chops for the hoodThe cheapest ring on my body cost a hundredI got ’bout a million worth in jewelsLook, I made a quarter up in LondonThen I bought twenty chops for the hoodFor all my ni**as, for all my ni**as baowBi**h, blitz, Crips, fast, drop, rest the blocksWe still steppin’, we still stretch shitWhat’s on me? a FN, a FN, a F&NTook my bi**h up out the Taurus, put her in a Benz
That bi**h there ain’t worth a quarter, I f**k with tensRight after she said, “I couldn’t”, I f**ked againEarrings on me look like boogers, bi**h, I’m worth some M’s21, bang, do whatever for the gangNudy gon’ pop out with that stick and I know that he won’t say a nameBuddy got put in a box, he came to the wrong hood lookin’ for fameAin’t no secret, big 4L’s, them f**kboys know what I claimRichard Mille, copped without a show-boxFour-five, make you do the hold upPop Smoke, gun smoke, same thangI’m on the block slangin’ cold cutsSay you got a body, ni**a, so what?Terrorize shit, we got a whole bunchNone of my opps ain’t on nothin’Broke ass bi**hes got one gunShe get so wet and slipperyShe screamin’ and yellin’, “Put di*k in me”Most of these jewelers is sick of meSavage spend money ridiculously On GodI ain’t with all of the bickery Straight upThey disappear, I know trickery Straight upHe made a diss and it tickle meI don’t let bullshit get to meSwitches on the Glocks, rest in piss to all my oppsWe treat beef like albums, ni**a, all that shit get droppedI ain’t got no brain, I spent your budget on my watchThe cheapest ring on my body cost a hundredI got ’bout a million worth in jewelsLook, I made a quarter up in London Made a quarterThen I bought twenty chops for the hoodThe cheapest ring on my body cost a hundredI got ’bout a million worth in jewelsLook, I made a quarter up in LondonThen I bought twenty chops for the hood
