The amount of money I'm gonna be making
Would hurt your parents feelings
You remember the class where I taught you all how to make it rain?
That's what I'm gonna be doing
Every single night

Oh my
I'm in the cut and I just saw a nigga that I robbed in '09
But he didn't say shit to me
That's a victory, just another lick to me
The way, I told him get it straight
I swear I got a plug that I would never snake
He'll probably give me raw that make him levitate
And when he ask me for them racks I never hesitate
Yeah, but don't compare me to these MC's
Go and check their pockets man they empty
Had my worker man, he went and copped a M3
So why you talkin' 'bout your ten G's?

Oh my
Don't get me back to drillin'
I was comfy trap rappin' sittin', makin' killin's
I just phoned my shooter
He was in the kitchen
Told him stop the whipping
Grab the Mac and stick the clip in

Oh my
Don't get me back to drillin'
I was comfy trap rappin' sittin', makin' killin's
I just phoned my shooter
He was in the kitchen
Told him stop the whipping
Grab the Mac and stick the clip in

I'm riding in my whip with a hottie in it
She sippin' on Ciroc with some Molly in it
The way I do my thing, I move so bossy with it
I can take it to the top, nigga fuck a limit
I do my time in the jailhouse, fuck a visit
Bitch don't kill my vibe, they keep on fuckin' with it
I don't do tough talk, with a fake heart
'Cause a real nigga's gonna wanna fuckin' kill it
They're acting like a G 'cause they wanna live it
Put him in the fire, bet they wouldn't last a minute
You can't tell me 'bout the streets, I'm already in it
You're gonna get your heat, I'm already with it

Oh my
Don't get me back to drillin'
I was comfy trap rappin' sittin', makin' killin's
I just phoned my shooter
He was in the kitchen
Told him stop the whipping
Grab the Mac and stick the clip in

Oh my
Don't get me back to drillin'
I was comfy trap rappin' sittin', makin' killin's
I just phoned my shooter
He was in the kitchen
Told him stop the whipping
Grab the Mac and stick the clip in