Every time I stop, hoes like "look at him"
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin' , they pointin', they like damn
They pointin' , they pointin', they like damn X 2

Like Ricky Ross, (what you doing?) Every day I'm hustling
Getting off weight, (like who?) Jennifer Hudson
Pack a hammer, thrower, shooter, score
Slide through, batches think I'm Heckerish (heckerish)
Breaking neck, turning heads like the exorcist
Thumbs up, like the like button
Eating good, no rib touching
Running with the bundle, never fumble
Count so much bread, I got corporal tunnel
Scot paint from where? Maiko,
baiged (baiged) like a potato
They hate me on the outside, love me on the inside
Suck me in the backseat while I let her friend drive
Half of pound 2 stacks, half of unit, ten five
I stay out here by cellie, so you know a huslter been fly

Every time I stop, hoes like "look at him"
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin' , they pointin', they like damn
They pointin' , they pointin', they like damn X 2

My pockets somethin serious matching on that heni
Man that nigga got more cheese than a philly
Shoe lace tied, but a nigga still trippin
I'm Lionel Richie high, I'm dancing on the ceiling
Never marry hoes, I just marry checks
That's how you stay on top, missionary sex
Rubber band bizness, know you heard that at
I got that town talking, know you scurred of that
Nothing less than 10 figures, you know what I'm worth
Record sales show money, not includin merch
Club full bitches, pockets full of Franks
Blunt full of weed, cup full of dranks
me and a road dog ain't no way in hell
Before I risk my life it will be a cold day in hell
But bitch take it off, here we go, show and tell
And I'm fucking that pussy like I'm fresh out of jail

Every time I stop, hoes like "look at him"
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin' , they pointin', they like damn
They pointin' , they pointin', they like damn X 2

parellel park while I'm ghost riding
Black diamonds man I'm racial profiling
I'm so fly man I need a copilot
So I might let your damn hoe drive it
Love hair pullin man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't never pass a drug test
You know my lingo, baby let's mingle
So I got a thousand dollar worth a single
I got racks in the cargo of my counts
...won't give them erythang
Life a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain't airmax but I can make them trip
They keep me out the street but it's still in
I've been selling work since we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the streets, so they still listen
On the back of the milk carton ceiling missing

Every time I stop, hoes like "look at him"
Every car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin' , they pointin', they like damn
They pointin' , they pointin', they like damn X 2