Never gon' love no broke-ass bitch, whoa Nothin' on that beat, bro I'm brown, out of bounds 40 Cal, 30 rounds You make it from nothin', such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing Start to lose friends when they know that you winnin' They see that we winnin' Start to lose friends when they know that you winnin' They see that we winnin' Came to get money, pat on my back cause I did it I pull up in foreign, blowin' smoke through the cellar You make it from nothin', such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing My car don't go fast, my pockets is fat I take your bitch and we go shoppin' in sacks I'm a popular Mack, never stop for them racks Flipped a lot of them racks, boy I fuck with this rap Niggas hustlin' back, so they stuck in the sack Playin' Russian Roulette, me I'm puffin' the best I'm a fuckin' exec, money, power, respect All my weapons is fresh, on the west I'm a wreck I'm the fuckin' connect, I can cut you a check I can put you in the game, let you hustle the rest Got a lust for success, you know it come with the stress So we party every night, what the fuck you expect Black brown, out of bounds 40 cal, 30 grams You make it from nothin', such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing Start to lose friends when they know that you winnin' They see that we winnin' Start to lose friends when they know that you winnin' They see that we winnin' Never gon' lie, no broke-ass bitch Now a one-broke bitch gon' change Miss the right back, back and shit bright They whip ghosts like a breaker backslash Mr. L.A., I just caught a nigga Dug it out the mud like a folklift I went some ballin' ass blood, some coke, crib Don't get drugged off the club like a coke bitch I turned it later in Antarctica Them niggas switched on me like a audible Dodgin' a fit, it ain't affordable My pull-up cap came with a yard Oh, stand up for certain 40s with the 30s like it's Harlem's on 30 Cause niggas up in L.A. burnt These rappers want me to diss them, help them sell they merch Out of bounds, 40 cal, 30 grams You make it from nothin', such a wonderful feeling My clothes expensive, my hoes appealing Start to lose friends when they know that you winnin' They see that we winnin' Start to lose friends when they know that you winnin' They see that we winnin' Cause I look good too, mothafucka I deserve a compliment or two Fuck, you talkin' about with a just thank you? How you just gon' give me a thank you? Like, ah, like, like, like, like, like Like, this is just like, like, like, like Like a, like a, like a, like a, like a, like a Like, like, what the, what? A thank you and that's it? Come on, girl, you got me fucked up You done got me all the way fucked up