Bout a 50 on my neck, 100 on my whip, 800 on the crib, homie get like me. 
Your whole years RENT I probably spent while you sleep. 
They call me 4 ring Caddy, my crib got a fleet. 
And they all white like the yay on the street. 
Wasn’t raised like that, won’t trick for a treat.
Told her baby run it up, then run and pay me.
Then you can run home, need quiet need peace.
Don’t do bank loans, need a title or a deed.
I been rippin and I’m runnin, ain’t no fuckin it up
Homie trippin and he bummin, ain’t fuckin wit us
His girl drippin, when she cummin, caddy all in her guts
I be whippin, you ain’t comin, you can stick to the bus 
I be wit Fabby, call me caddy, but I’m daddy to her
Fucked a baddy, wit a fatty, rather give granny a hug
Luv the family, make me happy, like a fein wit they drug
Got the money, need a grammy, after that then I’m done
Like a mummy, wit this hammy, come through wrappin shit up
If ain’t foreign, the shit is borin, from the whip to the snub 
BIG AUDI pop the door n, park valet at the club
Tequila wit an orange, what I got in this cup
Winnin and I’m scorin, if you ain’t you a dub
One thing ill never do, is fuck wit a scrub