I got so many M's in my bank account, I can't even count em Too many whips, way I switch my cards, I can't even mount em Too many zeros, put Versace pillows in my Phantom Too many bad bitches, I don't cuff em, I just handle em Off like a layup, I ain't got time to lay up Met my accountant at Roof, Chris, she told me that I'm way up Already back for seconds, I ain't even cleaned my plate up Brought me up a hundred M's and then I put my bay up Way out in the hills, I just signed a deal I ain't take no advance, so you know that split was real All my diamonds, carats, them lil' pointers be too lil' Glaciers in my ear, I need a cup, they bout to spill Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I feel like I'm wide cocky Huh? How you gon' play D? Can't even take D Too many fake M's, way too many fake daps Way too many fake saps, and I put it on me And I want another ring Girlies buckle at the knees, swerve them like the other team You can still hear the sneaks Ballin' in some duggarees Make a chair, leave the cream So what, you on the other team? For the camera, say cheese Rap game like the league Heard you the nigga overseas, but that's only overseas I'm the one who oversees shit Aw man, it's him again I'm up in the rim, Gatorade and M&Ms Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands My girlfriend got a little friend But all the way on the other end Cause she don't deal with no middlemen Early bros stole my flow Friends and my foes Got my hoes in my clothes Stay on ten like my toes Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky Just pass me the rock and watch him go Just run me the play and let me know With a broken leg, I let it go Leggo, leggo, leggo I ain't gotta say it cause they know Gucci is materialistic He's too fuckin' flashy He smoke what he wanna smoke Think the world is his ashtray So, so deaf to these suckas I'm like JD and 03 My hoes say that I'm too cocky I don't play nothin' but me These guys got nothin' to show ya I give ya somethin' to see These dudes keep comin' up short Like they a pair of Capris Please don't goop me with these rappers These boys embarrassin' me Them dudes ain't got nothin' on me I got a money disease I'm too cold for these suckas They ain't got more money than me I wear my mink in the summer When it's a hundred and three I make a bitch feel self-conscious Like he too shiny for me I know that bitch wanna fuck me But she too tall for me She's my way or the highway You either like it or leave This Rollie cost 60 G's A couple bricks on my sleeve When I first fell on the scene I drove a Cutlass Supreme A half a brick of paint I'm leanin' on new money machine It's wild Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuccin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky Damn We got London on the track Damn We got London on the track