Got rich off of takin' a guy Got rich off of tellin' a lie Load up steel, we gon' hop in the track I buck it up, die for the ride Fuck it, I'm down for my snide If they buck on the lit, then he die Fuck all the money, I popped all the money I fucked it up so many times I got rich off of takin' a guy Got rich off of tellin' a lie Two fifty, five hundred, high block, we livin' rudely G-Sense in my lips, said, can't gon' leave you toothless I'm used to this, I know how to use sticks, I make a move Ain't nothin' to prove to this, ain't on no cool shit Get down when they move me, yeah, I'm so icy hot I can put her down and I fix her up Top speed when I pick her up She in the game, better cuff her up New AP touchin' the sun Ten point one point, I'm a son Show them y'all how to live without a gun Stack it up and take K-Moms My bag full, I'm gon' need bombs Can't go back and forth with a bomb Loud up, still, we gon' have it in the track I buck it up, die for the ride Fuck it, I'm down for my snide If they buck on the lit, then he die Fuck all the money, I popped all the money I fucked it up so many times I got rich off of takin' a guy Got rich off of tellin' a lie Yeah, he got rich off of tellin' a lie I got rich off of up in the fly Don't wanna die, then he back for the slice Better die when I get the fly We gon' bust now APs, Rolex, Cartiers, all knowledge of God I bought the Patek, put a leak same day All the money, I ain't wastin' no time I gotta make sure the whole gang shine I won't hit it if she ain't a dime It's a mind if you get out of line If you play this, somebody gon' die I thought I told ya That we all gotta eat some, y'all n****s hangin' around vultures I keep it kosher Where the fuck n***a play this? N****s gettin' put out the post I'm hot as a toaster And she ridin' a dick like she ridin' a new rollercoaster Wait till it's over When I hop in the track I'm in hell like a n***a don't know her Lower that busted We gon' have him in the track I book it up, die for the ride Fuck it, I'm down for my snipe If they buck on the lit Man, he die Fuck up the money I pocket all the money I pocket it up so many times I get rich offa, take care of the guys He got rich offa, tellin' a lie Lower that busted We gon' have him in the track I book it up, die for the ride Fuck it, I'm down for my snipe If they buck on the lit Man, he die Fuck up the money I pocket all the money I pocket it up so many times I get rich offa, take care of the guys He got rich offa, tellin' a lie Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh