(Chorus) While y’all shoot and stab My crew we don’t sag You know we gotta Get to the bag We can’t come in last And no we don’t brag Bout our cash, Cause that’s something We never had & Why you gotta hate mane Just be glad We Big Time Ballin’ at last Let’s get the dough

Verse 1: Multi Meeting sky high Paranoid on the escalator Sativa crusaders My Casio cold as Himalayas Le Royale we major We hit the suite Charles Schwabbed out Gosha givenchy Davincied, Laser sharp eyes couldn’t miss me Handshake grip on vice watching my ice SIKE , ya boy rocked the plain Jane We buildin bout the new developments on Floyd Lane

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Verse 2: This Ain’t my Genesis no sega We Purple Thai Playas Puff the magic dragon In the eyes of a faker The Smoke not vapor Its time to regulate RIP Nate Shout out Warren G No mistake (yes indeed) Stepping to the plate Dreaming ‘bout butter salmons Garlic sirloin steak Alfredo noodles Toasted baguette Audemars Piguet Buyers No jail flyers Free the loved ones So they can fly to Rome and retire Overseas feeding families Raising the seeds and burning the trees The best I can be Has yet to come Hopefully I straighten up and fly right For my wife daughter or son one Yo…I’m not done Got more tail to kick New bills that stick To my pocket We don’t stop it ain’t over word to pop Diesel engine, Pollution for your mind & we looting Stupid

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