Zone, I got lights in this bi*chTurn me up somethin’ cruzJim in this bi*ch, ellis in this bi*ch, wa$$up?Uhhh!I bought the richie for a quarterBut I sold it for a nickelHold on, lemme hit the bluntI am bringin’ real ni*gas home, sh*tI am the realest, it’s officialYeahh, uhhWhen I start stressin’, I get boredMight spend a million, that sh*t tickleOn a threeway, me and slowHe caught l’s and we both pick ’emIn the cell but you can’t tell that we in the jailCause we don’t feel no painUnless them kids say in vain that I miss youIf you my dawg, I’m tryna put you on the sh*t that I am onSuper drippy, made the patek match the kicks I got onTotin’ the sеmi-automatic, ain’t no pushin’ me, dawgTime bomb, ni*gas tickin’ me offLook at thе skyline from the penthouseLike walt disney, dawgSend her to the mall and tell her, “get some dior”Made her text her best friendShe said, “he christian dior”And the crazy part about itThere wasn’t sh*t in the yardSh*t, I been winnin’ a long timeI know they sick of me, y’allGot me switchin’ up my flow againSwitchin’ up my hoe againE’rrybody been changin’Got me switchin’ up my bro againMy dawg did his bid, he came back homeAnd switched his pole againAnd I ain’t even wanna tell him to slideHe tryna go againOnce he got activeI said, “go again,” yeahKing in my trenchesI am not active, all I know is whenTote the blowerThis like oh to ten, yeahAnd this expensive painWhen you ridin’ through the trenchesBulletproof all on the rangeThis expensive painLovin’ on the bi*ch you claim knowin’Some rich ni*gas hittin’It will never be the same, this expensive painThis expensive painWent through some sh*t about this moneyI seen some ni*gas change, expensive painA million on the richard, and it is plainAnd it’s crazyI never check the time in all expensive framesThese cartiers, I’m with your bi*chAnd I just called her here, we all in hereAsk ’bout me in starlets, sh*t
I used to ball in thereSh*t, I been throwin’ paperSince bernice was goin’ hard in there, no kizzyYeah, expensive bi*ches, more money, more richesCops get behind us, we start takin’ all switchesNi*gas bein’ nice, but we don’t be in y’all businessSh*t, how you think we always end upBein’ in y’all bi*ches?This is the same feelin’ that you get likeWhen you a kid on christmasI just knocked down a lil’ celeb’And I was on her hit listAnd I ain’t been rappin’, I been trappin’Tryna learn my businessThey thought I fell off, but they well offI gotta keep my name worth more than money and goldRemain humble around my people ’cause I don’t spoil my soulAnd I keep my dreams before fameAnd all these funny lil’ hoesCause I got two sons that is kingsAnd they like three lil’ brosAnd they want everything they cop, I order them clothesGotta watch for everything, that dot’ll spoil your ghostAnd I be partyin’ with people that got the word of controlCause they know I got the influenceYou can feel in your soulThis is culture currency, money sh*t don’t ever worry meGotta have my chopper in front of this bi*chThis sh*t been gettin’ embarra$$in’She seen me cuddle with my stickSaid, “boy, you need some therapy”And I can’t lie, I prolly doCause I still have dreams of ni*gas airin’ meIt ain’t no fu*kin’ fear in meI let bad bi*ches fu*kin’ share meAnd they love it, clearlyUsed to fit eighty in them pocketsNow we dub americaBesides, just cut the cullinan up likeI know culinary, yeahAnd this expensive painWhen you ridin’ through the trenchesBulletproof all on the rangeThis expensive painLovin’ on the bi*ch you claim knowin’Some rich ni*gas hittin’It will never be the sameThis expensive painThis expensive painWent through some sh*t about this moneyI seen some ni*gas change, expensive painA million on the richard, and it is plainAnd it is crazy, I never checkThe time in all expensive framesThese cartiers, I am with your bi*chAnd I just called her here, we all in hereAsk about me in starlets, I used two ball in thereSee that girl right there?I can see it in her eyesShe’s a dreamchaser