Lyrics: RECNB MUSIC
Music: RECNB MUSIC
Arranger: RECNB MUSIC
**** all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich，
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks，
And I'm all about expanding my chips，
You mad cause I was in the van with your *****，
With both hands on her t**s，
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart，
I got style plus the way that I be flowing is sharp，
A while back I used to hustle, selling blow in the park，
Counting G stacks and rocking ice that glow in the dark，
Forever hottie hunting, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin'，
You looking at me like I'm probably frontin'，
I **** around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest，
I'm older and smarter this is me at my best，
I stopped hanging around y'all cause ****** like you，
Be praying on my downfall, hoping I flop，
Hoping I stop, you probably even hope I get locked，
Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin' the rock，
I got more riches than you, **** more b*****s than you，
Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you，
****ing punk, you ain't a leader what, nobody followed you，
You was never shit , your mother should have swallowed you，
You on some tag-along flunky yes man shit ，
Do me a favor; please get off the next man ****，
And if you think I can't **** with whoever, put your money up，
Put your jewels up, no **** it put your honey up，
Put your raggedy house up ***** or shut your mouth up，
Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed，
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread，
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nothing Butthead，
My game is vicious and cruel, ****ing chicks is a rule，
If my girl think I'm loyal then that ***** is a fool，
How come? You can listen to my first album，
And tell where a lot of ****** got they whole style from，
So what you acting for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more，
Somebody tell this ***** something, 'fore I crack his jaw，
You running with boys, I'm running with men，
I'ma be ripping the mics until I'm a hundred and ten，
Have y'all ****** like "damn it this ***** done done it again"，
I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops，
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks，
I'm making wonderful figures，
I don't **** with none of you ******，
I might pull out this gun on your ******，
And rob every last one of you ******。