As we proceed, to give you what you need, bad boy motherfuckers, West Coast motherfuckers, East Coast motherfuckers, B.I.G. motherfuckers, let's go! I tell them watch close, nigga jot notes If you use my approach, you can dock boats Yeah, you can get exposed to all that Girl, you know I'm hard to get a hold of Contact, probably overseas with business owners and all that Flights to Minnesota with dinner over a contract See lame niggas gon' do lame shit How you flexin' when your crew ain't shit? Nigga, you ain't shit Probably trick on somethin' you ain't hit Tried to do me, but the shoe ain't fit And your juice ain't lit So tell them niggas I said break bread off You know, spray lead off Take heads off, break love, pay Fez off You ain't never meet pop, you got the king And sped off with your fake setup I keep niggas on rooftops to watch you I move by smooth, even keep the new spots I slide through back of the Maybach Badu, something 5'2 with a fly dude How are you? I don't know you yet, but I'm tryin' to I love your mind blue If you don't mind tryin' to climb through New corners of time, yeah, I think it's time to Never slip up, one of the homies get picked up Sell all the whips and switch the cribs up Get my dicks up by mermaids, black shades, Hermes The whole last one, I went through a fur phase Shit, you know it, yeah 5'7, 32, effortless, bad boy shit And we won't stop, cause we can't stop B-I-G, Brooklyn, yeah Puff Daddy, New York, yeah Bad boy, bad boy, yeah Bad boy, bad boy, what you gon' do? What you gon' do when they come for you? Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, niggas talkin' it, but ain't livin' it Cristal pop, we sippin' it Mob acts, illicit shit, gator chunks, bitch Rollin' blunts with the willy, it's said the willy Kicks like pop, M1s and 9 Millies Stories like a motherfucker Model bitches wonderin' if I'ma fuck with her She know it, I treat my bitches like Havana Toasty and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa, never slippin' H-Class diamonds, shinin' Dealer with wifey, whinin', whinin' Smokin' cigars in Bogota With Colombian niggas named Panama and Enrique And fuck the games we play, life endin' Bitches bend it over with ease Four pair Moschino jeans and Donna Karen tank top I got your bank stock, sales on top Benjamins under the rest of them Advancin' from duplex to mansion Stashin' keys, I.U.G.'s overseas VCRs in my V's, game elevates Money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch Jet skiin' in the Caribbean, white sand Discussin' plans with my man, dark blue land Smoke tint, chrome rims in the system That leave my rear views tremblin' What you gon' do when Poppa catch your attitude? Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my ring, it's a Frank White thing I stay open, bitches devoted Take my dick and keep throwin' it Big blocks of grass made back on the dash Forty karat gold Cartier on the clasp New coats for shooters, sendin' them in cruisers My maneuver sparkin' these lil' rumors Duffel bags, Percocet, DeRogers Still the smoothest, they're rubbin' up all her jewelers Danny Glover, up the pistol, bitches undercover Propositions and proposals, bring them on the double Ray's in, the K's in, the day's in Jalen, that brain is amazing Top tier, egotistical and he arrogant Skyscraper, kilo up in the cabinet For bad bitches who snort limes the fourth time So rock wide, blue dot, you should call mine Each coast, that boy, he be so ragged-ocious Half horses, mansions, and I'm on the ocean Benefits, feed my niggas, I'm talkin' fish and grits Immigrants, came a long way up out the tenements Gunshots, hereditary, it's a Danny Berry Wait, we'll march, got out of prison February Pocaine, Menage a trois in my gold chains Bad boy, Bugatti's in all four lanes It's drip flip when the spliff lit Double M cruise ship with a thick bitch You'll see, you'll see