you know we bubblin   on my way an out an doublin   why they hatin im troublin   they be happy if they wasnt   cuzn i aint sweatin nothin   i be million dollar stuntin   an my reputation buzzin   say the grand old lady love em   uhhh   push an hug em by the dozen   smokin sour by the hour   kush bundled by the onion   you can hear my car comin   hood hummin trunk drummin   comin up and down the block   top drop no frontin   drama bet the llama   quick feed ya benigghana   im jewelry bentley driver   only beauty queen saliva   i dont date   i dont bother   i will whoop ya like ya father   comma hyphin dont matter   when you in front of the revolver   im bout a dollar   wit my cup up in the zone   watch me turn my swag on   spray BLANK in her cologne   about a couple hours in   ive ben drunk the whole patron   BLANK jump inside the liner   i dump em right back on his bones   BLANK is harder   but the struggle made me smarter   choppin lanes back and forth   i get high as vince carter   aint nobody got to gas me   i dont need a BLANK charger   im my own BLANK battery   a casaulty of honor   im from the corner   that will take a toll on ya   when the heat hit   it feel like ya got a stove on ya   if you aint talkin money   then you aint talkin to me   swag till my swag on e   parked in the v