Elegant lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch
(His name's Pablo)

[Verse]
A hundred M's in cash, that's my f*ckin' move
Tried to finesse the rap game 'cause the hustle new
f*ck a hundred thousand dollars, I done touched a few
Got your b*tch high off of Percocets and Jungle Juice
sh*t, I'm makin' pape' easy like one and two
At the bank cashin' fake checks, go and run it through
n*gga used to be dumb game, now I got hundreds too
I ate that pus*y from the back, got her c*mmin' too
Seven thousand dollar Gucci 'fit just to shoot in it
Groupie b*tch tryna f*ck me sober, she got two minutes
I can't lie, that pus*y fire so I blew in it
Promoter had to book me and my Glock, I snuck two in it
Big Flint just got that contract, they offered two M's
Young n*gga f*cked the paper up like I'm Lou Will
I don't need my love reciprocated, keep it too real
Done made a lot of fire-ass music off that blue pill
Hey, I'm talkin' thirties, n*gga
b*tch gon' f*ck me off my name, I'm not a thirsty n*gga
Ballcap, Louis V, it's like Virgil did it
Conversation went well with Ghazi, just words of wisdom
Opps in my block, in the 'Cat, we had to park that b*tch
Caught his mans sittin' in the car before he start that b*tch
Finna take 'em deep East to get a bag for sale
Sippin' on some dinosaur juice, n*gga, Dragon Tail
In order for me to win, n*gga, I had to fail
b*tch, I paid a hundred for this eighthie, better pass the L
I was good at whippin', good dope bag itself
When you makin' pape' everyday, that sh*t stash itself
I'm a future millionaire, came from public housin'
Wasn't nothin' in the crib but a bunch of ounces
Now I'm one of the hottest in the streets, n*gga, go and announce it
Sauce, I'm done with this beat, you can go on and bounce it
Psych, I'm back, b*tch
Givin' out some dope bars like it's crack, b*tch
I like gettin' my di*k sucked by a fat b*tch
Fifty BMG got so much power, made me backflip
Unc' want a whole ounce of H, I sold him catnip
We got a wild relationship, me and Saks Fifth
I can't have no b*tch on go, she gotta act stiff
I had to f*ck her best friend, now she act sick
That's a dead moment, had to close the curtain on that ho
Dog actin' like he real but he workin' on the low
You gotta check him for a wire, I think dog work for the folks
You can keep that red sh*t if it's some purple on the floor
I need that
I sent Cuddy ass a bird, he sent me three back
They say they lookin' for a n*gga, I'm where the streets at
Pullin' up on any problem I got like where the beef at?
I'm finna put dog ass to sleep, he need a CPAP