Bitch, I feel me! Yeah, ahh!
I got the game mad
And I ain't talkin' 'bout homie in LA neither

I say, I got so much money
Man I don't know what to do with it
I was thinkin' 'bout gettin' some
And lettin' you spend it
Aye, I do it way bigger than you did it
I'm sittin' on them Jordans
Must be the shoes in it
I get rude, ignorant, cruel, really cruel
When it rains it storm, get in the pool
Silly who really, want it with us?
Homeboy, you trippin' you gon' fall and bust
Yo' ass - I could rap fast
But I like slower better
Why? Cause bitch, I'm on the four or better
Fly-y-y-y, with no feathers
And if you don't know good
You gon' know better
Yeah, I'm talkin' Young Money only
Weezy aka I Got Enough Money On Me
Yeah, and ya'll niggas phony
I got some bullets with
Ya'll pictures on them
Haha, ya'll don't really want me
And I blast off on beat
And she make you leave
And you just do you, and she just do me
Tunechi!