(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Oh, damn, y’all done fucked up
This beat hittin’ like Bruce Lee with the nunchucks
Before the court room judge us
Please, the wrong way, don’t rub us
Fuck, yeah, when it’s beef, I eat cow
You ain’t got chicken, but catchin’ Zs, sweet pile (Sweet pile)
Niggas know what I be ’bout
Stop playin’, I’ll knock a nigga clean out
Yeah, I got bitches
Ugly nigga, only got ’em ’cause my riches
I done made it out the trenches
I believe I’m him, I’m religious
I couldn’t see me without a check (Without a check)
Me without a check, I’m a wreck
Penitentiary, chances, took him to the neck (To the neck)
The money feel better than sex, oh
Yeah, let’s get to it
If crime pays, I’ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin’ in the Buick
Now I’m up, goin’ stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid

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I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid
I’m the type to take back the necklace, stupid
Made it out the block like Tetris
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Ayy, niggas be the loudest with no fuckin’ money (Skee)
I be blowin’ bitches backs off two packs of— (Wah)
How you send your boys to war with no ammunition?
Yeah, you pulled up Rolls-Royce, but it’s standard edition (Wah)
Found out where you hid this shit like a bad magician
This enough to cook his waiter, lose existence
You wanna roll with the bad boys like Isiah’s Pistons
My dog ain’t popped any Perc’, but his index itchin’ (Brr)
He was quick with the TEC like a paid-off ref
Ten on the mag, coupe got me hard on X (Yeah)
Free Jeff, we ain’t spoke since before he left
Shit got hard, they turned left, niggas know it ain’t right (Yeah)
I’m with Ju, dropped a six in the cranberry Sprite
Geekin’, I glide through the lane like a well-made kite (Beep)
On a mail man line, trying to track my pints
Bitch, a god would’ve fought everything on sight

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Yeah, let’s get to it
If crime pays, I’ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin’ in the Buick
Now I’m up, goin’ stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid
I’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it out the block like Tetris
Man, you niggas got me fucked up
‘Fore I sell my soul for this shit, I’ll sell drugs
Yeah, pussy nigga ain’t got no love
How is niggas sleep on the mob? Must be poured up
Ha, you ain’t never had to show up
Baby mama callin’ child support ’cause I’m goin’ dumb
Yeah, out in Bompton ’cause I know the thugs
Louboutin cross trainers like I bang Blood
I just scratched a baddie off my checklist, bitch
We don’t have a budget on my necklace, bitch
Niggas love frontin’, “Face is not that rich”
Tell that to the thotties when I show ’em my crib
Real niggas do real things
Real numbers, real fans, ain’t a thing change
Yeah, top down in the fast lane
Hands up, thanking God that the bag came, bitch
Yeah, let’s get to it
If crime pays, I’ma do it
Remember them days I was slidin’ in the Buick
Now I’m up, goin’ stupid, stupid
I just took a model off my checklist, stupid
I just put a X on my ex-bitch, stupid
I’m the type to take by the necklace, stupid
Made it out the block like Tetris