Intro

This ain't a mixtape Bitch, this a rich tape Nah, it ain't my birthday, but I got big cake Give a bitch a shot, she don't wanna miss a big break Big bank, big frank rollie with the big face Run up too fast, that'll be a mistake Glock 17 make a nigga get his shit straight Chrome to the dome, put the dick in ya' bitch face Rolls Royce truck, we just call it the big wraith Hold on hoe, hold on Bring that shit back Hold on hoe, hold on hoe Hold on Bitch Three six Bentley on that flow shit Yo' new shit sound like my old shit Y'all niggas just like rocks in the ocean Get the hoes twisted, now they wide open Told ya', I ain't got time for the bull My name hold weight In the street, I got pull Murdered that pussy, I'm killing ya'll boys Suicide boys be killing ya'll noise When it rains it pours Good dope coming out my pores Walk in, buy the whole store 'Member I was poor Oh well, not no more Get paid, fuck these whores Used to have to sell that rock Now, we be rockin' these shows, we all on tours Ball like I handle that rock Come to the crib, hit the bitch on woodgrain floors Do I really got them bands? (Yeah hoe, yeah hoe) I want you and all your friends (Yeah hoe, yeah hoe) Can you hop up in this benz? (Yeah hoe, yeah hoe) Make you wanna leave your man (Yeah hoe, yeah hoe, yeah)