$1000 on the Christian Dior, bitch, I got this shit out the mud, I had to slip on the floor Never call 9-11, but we pull up in Porsches Niggas told on me in the hood, they had me servin' informants I'ma get rich or die tryin' Till I suck it and I hold up what I say like I'm simin' I done made a fortune off of rhymin' Labels off of me, I'm here with a brick, should I sign it? Niggas act like they know me, I'm a meal ticket Feel the talk in the bitches, I'ma still hit it Addicted to trappin', that's why we still in it We up with the back and my niggas still with it Niggas know I'm a problem, gotta deal with it The bottom of check, I gave them a deal with it Know Navy, I wrap the pack and I'm still in it 12 pull me over, I'll tuck the gun, I'm concealin' it I don't want no neighbors, they might fuck around and tell Like, why the fuck he get so many shipments in the mail? I left it outside, now they complainin' bout the smell Why you trappin' and you rappin'? Nigga, ask my clientele My family dependin' on me, gotta stay out of jail If they catch me with it again, then I give it me a bail Tryna put me behind bars, I'm just tryna make a sale If she down for the cause, I put my bitch in Chanel My brothers stuffin' dollars, problems in a Russian cream While I promise a bitch the world, I just sold her another dream Money taller than Khalistan in my city, bitch, I'm a king In the hood with your hand out, you was never part of the team Team, headshot for all my enemies No, you never thought you'd see a nigga shine like this before Big snakes on my denim jeans I just spent a thousand dollars on some new Christian Dior Spent a thousand dollars on a Christian Dior Bitch, I got that shit out the mud, I had to slip on the floor Never call 9-11, but we pull up in Porsches Niggas told on me in the hood, they had me servin' informants I'ma get rich or die tryin' Till I suck it and I hold up what I say like I'm Simon I done made a fortune off of rhymin' Levels off of me, I'm here with a brick, should I sign it? Spent a thousand dollars on a Christian Dior Bitch, I got that shit out the mud, I had to slip on the floor Never call 9-11, but we pull up in Porsches Niggas told on me in the hood, they had me servin' informants I'ma get rich or die tryin' Till I suck it and I hold up what I say like I'm Simon I done made a fortune off of rhymin' Levels off of me, I'm here with a brick, should I sign it? I'ma get rich or die tryin' Till I suck it and I hold up what I say like I'm Simon