[Verse]
I had everything for sale
Weed, rock, soft, put that money through that mail slot dog
(What you want lord)
We had 40s on our drawls
Bad bitches on my dick and you know I fucked them all right
Right?
I'm living alright
Now it’s Versace on my ass
Bitch my boxers cost a car right
Yo I'm at the mall like
I need every red bottom, bitch I gotta get my moms right
I know they all tight
They see a nigga winning and they wanna knock me off right
It's just off white
She was asking what it was
You know that just ain’t my type of broad right?
Right?
I'm on the broadway
Riding 'round smoking weed
Hitting fiends [?]
All day
Niggas was tweaking, riding 'round in a stolen
But I just wanted a Rollie
Niggas hated I was broke
Now I'm winning bitch I feel like Kobe
All these hoes be trying to fuck, these niggas saying they know me
I swеar
I swear that shit is weird to niggas
That's why I be sipping Rеmy and be toting my blicker
I swear Imma catch a body over one of my niggas
West told me to bust my gun and I'm dumping on niggas
Conway told me to bust my gun then I'm dumping on niggas
Benny told me to bust my gun then I’m dumping on niggas
I swear
Yo I could have made a million off the ave
Just from serving nickel bags, that’s how many licks I had
They wonder how I got the kicks I had
The work was pure, I was trying to see different math
Most niggas just sit on their ass
And wonder why their math ain't adding up
I had enough
Spent all night bagging up
Trying to get right, lord knows I ain’t living right
But I'm living alright
Trying to get right, lord knows I ain't living right
But I'm living alright