[Verse]
Yo, okay
All my niggas wit me
All my niggas wit it
All my niggas ballin'
All my niggas athletic
All my niggas A1
All got street cred
All my niggas ballin'
All my niggas athletic
Pulled up in the phantom
Pulled off wit a dancer
Got a pocket full of money
Kind of hard to keep my pants up
Nigga tryin' to run them bands up
Fuck a bitch wit my hands up
Little Que fucked the 2kans up
Kind of hard to understand her
Duffle bags in the Escalade
Call the bitch there a bread truck
Got the bitch goin' retarded
Call uber for a spare truck
All these niggas neva scared us
All these niggas neva ran up
Bitch tryin' to put the head on me
Niggas tryin' to put the feds on me
Niggas tryin' to take meds on me
Everythin' for the players only
Niggas sunny like Arizona
Gunshots just for sayin' sumethin'
Sprayin' shit like aerosol
Ya a foul and that's a fair ball
Nigga can't reach the goal
Keep shooting that there air ball
[Hook]
Watch out little bitch
Watch out little bitch
Watch out little bitch
Watch out little bitch
Ya gettin' mad
I'm gettin' rich
Ya gettin' mad
And I'm gettin' rich
Watch out little bitch
Watch out little bitch
Watch out little bitch
Hey, watch out little bitch
Ya gettin' mad
I'm gettin' rich
Ya gettin' mad
Bitch, I'm gettin' rich
[Verse 2]
Watch out little hoe
My partners still smoke on parole
They say that I'm crazy
I used to talk to a stove
I tell it to lock, shit I tell it a lot
Go to the dealership, fishtail off the lot
Ya know I'm comin' straight up the block
Ya know I'm comin' straight out the top
Shawty said she want 5 million
Cause I told her to leave and call her a thot
Shit, ya can like it or not, damn
I'm comin' straight out the pot, yam
Still got some eq in my stock, man
Nigga I ain't got to lie
Nigga I ain't got to try
Ya wavin' that thing in the sky
We wavin' that thing at yo body
We wavin' that thing at yo eye
Look at the watch on my wrist
Yeah I don't mind watchin' my wrist
Told that little bitch I'll pass
Nigga watch the assist, swish
I run the track like the marathon
Ya niggas softer than silicone
Ya know what it's like when the feelin' gone
I know what it's like when the ceilin' gone
I had a sit down wit Farrakhan
Turn the White House to the Terror Dome
I used to serve wit the Cherowan
I used to serve wit my necklace on, bitch
[Hook]
