Fucking around in a crap game   Niggas think I'm soft 'cause now I'm in the rap game   And I don't hang out as much, bang out dope cuts   Standing on stage and I'm grabbing my nuts      But when it comes to getting in a circle   I'm hitting sevens turning broke niggas purple   Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke   When deuce deuce hit the floor yo      Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?   I'm turnin' your fat pockets skinny   Oh yeah I'm shaking the ivory   And boom it's like they die for me      Fool you can get loud, get mad, hit the joint   But don't forget my point, there it is yo      I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide   Money gone 'cause I'm never hitting deuce-five   I'm never hitting four-trey no way   You wanna leave but come on hoe stay      Nigga see but that'll work   Poppa needs brand new shoes and a sweatshirt   Fool you can't even fuck with that   And now that I'm winning I gots to get my gat      'Cause I see your homies starting to look   And broke motherfuckers they make the best crooks   And I'm feeling like a baller   Bucking fools now the circle's getting smaller      Now you wanna go and scheme   Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team   So I pick up my money and start walking   'Cause now I let the gat start talking      Now since y'all lost you wanna go out like a sucker   Take that motherfucker