From now on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved.
No blackjack no dope deals, no nothing.
A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in.
You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street. Now it's my turn
It's a lot of young niggas running around calling themselves bosses
I gotta shout my niggs Glizzy out nigga
Niggas getting money
Making motherfucking major moves
By his motherfucking self
Self made in this Bitch!
Today I seen bricks
A lot, A lot of bricks
These Giuseppes are 40
Got a .40 on my hip
Plug told me "Shy, boy, you gonna be rich!"
Now he wanna be best boys
I get 'em off too quick
I took a trip too Cuba
Met Ricky he the ruler
My necklace is Cuban
Shoutouts too my jeweler
I'm a winner, you're a loser
I'm a giver, you're a user
You're bitch, she a chooser
On my dick, she droolin'
I pop champagne [?]
I'm in pain, I'm suffering
Make it rain, all hundreds
Better make that pussy keep jumping
My young niggas on drugs
They don't really get no love
For an 8-ball and some dubs
They'll send your ass flying with the dubs
I sell, narcotics
To put money in my pocket
You want it, I got it
You touch it, then you buy it
These shoes, designer
You want 'em, can't find 'em
Flew to Rome, not China
Big Dog, you a minor
Need a job, got work
Broke bitch, betta twerk
I'm high, off Earth
I'll take a nigga ass off Earth
Coolin' with my Eses
They toatin them SK's
I got water, I got yay
Young Jefe
Writer(s): Roger Augustt
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