Ay Ay Yeah
Still got demons I'm still trying to cope
Like Ali I got them on the ropes
Look to God then I pray like the pope
Smash the gas leave them gone in the smoke
Hopping out looking cleaner than soap
Smoke exotic you try not to choke
See the opps they turn white like a ghost
Yeah Yeah
He a bitch he be doing the most
Mind my business I'm playing my post
Fuck my bitch all my sheets they all soaked
Married money I had to elope
Addicted to money like dope
Talking reckless you act like a hoe
See the opps they turn white like a ghost
Yeah Yeah
He keep talking I burn with the toast
Shit I thought that bitch boy was going to slide
Can't believe I called you my slime
Keep saying my name I hear how you boast
Patrick Swayze I'm going to make him a ghost
Pull up on him I got patience and time
Keep talking that shit while I'm slanging that iron
All my dawgs they be rockers they bang heavy metal
You was talking that shit ain't a thing to be settled
I be swanging through traffic this shit can get tragic
Give and go on a opp disappear like I'm magic
I be smoking exotic my brain in a daze
I can hear all the hate disappear in the haze
Trying to be homie now that shit is too late
All my niggaz too real we don't fuck with the fake
Ay Yeah
Still got demons I'm still trying to cope
Like Ali I got them on the ropes
Look to God then I pray like the pope
Smash the gas leave them gone in the smoke
Hopping out looking cleaner than soap
Smoke exotic you try not to choke
See the opps they turn white like a ghost
Yeah Yeah
He a bitch he be doing the most
Mind my business I'm playing my post
Fuck my bitch all my sheets they all soaked
Married money I had to elope
Addicted to money like dope
Talking reckless you act like a hoe
See the opps they turn white like a ghost
Keys to the bank that's my second home (Yeah)
GPS to the cash with apps on my phone (Yeah)
She said I'm the man I said leave me alone (Yeah) (It's Jumping)
Check my GNA bitch I'm bad to the bone (Woo)
Can't rock with the fakes I'm allergic to hate
Cross me once, ain't no cleaning the slate
It's the Don Jumping The legend the great
They want part of my dream but they sleeping in late
We ain't hiring step back and admire
Bank account looking like I'm twice retired
Every song over 30 seconds a waste
Quarter that hoe and triple the pay
Ay Yeah
Still got demons I'm still trying to cope
Like Ali I got them on the ropes
Look to God then I pray like the pope
Smash the gas leave them gone in the smoke
Hopping out looking cleaner than soap
Smoke exotic you try not to choke
See the opps they turn white like a ghost
Yeah Yeah
He a bitch he be doing the most
Mind my business I'm playing my post
Fuck my bitch all my sheets they all soaked
Married money I had to elope
Addicted to money like dope
Talking reckless you act like a hoe
See the opps they turn white like a ghost