Four, five hundred on the Hummer, no gas
Eighty-nine, price on the ticket, uh
Exercise, eat all my vegetables
F*ck up some decimals, he 'bout his business
Stunner 'bout the hundreds, got 'em comin' out fast
Shawty gon' bag it, lick it, uh
Gift-wrap, package, ship it, uh
N*gga from rags to riches, uh
Dumb sh*t, dumb sh*t
Act like you don't know who run sh*t, run sh*t
On the front porch in the function, uh
I'm checkin' my sneakers, no checks on my sneakers
Just Puma, Gap, and, yeah, the goody GRIM
Pull up to the church in my hoodie then
I'm 'bout to get money for surely then
I ridе around in an all-pink Mercedes, thе p*ssy whip
Like Killa Cam, my braids lookin' like I could be Jim
They lookin' around like, "That could be them"
Lot of opps is around and you could be them
If we talkin' 'bout pockets, you know mine fat
If we talkin' your chances, they could be thin
And I'm knockin' at the door like, "Let me in"
Who get more p*ssy than a lesbian?
Hangin' from the helicopter, Spider-Man