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  Ah 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 circles 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 ya'll lost you wanna go out like a sucker  Take that motherfucker