[Produced by MC Tree]
[Intro: Brian Fresco]
SaveMoney sh*t
There's like three Frescos
And I got that n*gga Tree in here too
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Brian Fresco]
Said I be spazzin', I be spazzin' out
Tell them hoes I'm spazzin' out
See a cop I'm bailin' out
Catch a case I'm bailin' out
Middle fingers to the judge, I'm out on bond
Still hit my plug like I ain't had enough, I'm low on funds
I got to get this paper up, you n*ggas broke, be sickin' for a sack or two
I can't go, you sippin' on that Rose, she pourin' up Patron
And me?, I'd like that Henny please, but please mean no ice
Please can't comprehend that white sh*t, been a racist since like '06
You a broke b*tch, cause you, you f*ck with broke boys and yes
I keep them toys for them boys, call me Fisher Price
He gambled with his life and rolled the dice and crapped out
And now his brains capped out
f*ck my homie copped out, keep your head homie
Know I'm workin', boy I got your mama and your daughter
Plus I got my own comin' so you know I'm goin' harder
Great news right? I hope you hear this sh*t and crack a smile
You gon' see me in a while, actin' foul with a pound and a [?]
[Hook: MC Tree]
I just [?] look like a Ferrai but I knew you got a hund' of those, a hund' of those
And I'll just drink my Hennessy, you-you-you-you nothing but rose, nothing but rose
I just [?] look like a Ferrai but I mean I got a hund' of those, a hund' of those
And I'll just drink my Hennessy, you-you-you-you nothing but rose, nothing but rose
[Verse 2: MC Tree]
'87 Chevy, that's my favorite whip (favorite whip)
Lightskin ho named Kelly, that's my favorite b*tch (favorite b*tch)
Got two things in common, Compton's never been (never been)
And the bank account's two commas, now I'm n*gga rich
Back then n*gga want to test me
Don't show soul might little n*gga
Guess we on like we just [?] and sh*t
I had folks in there blowin' and sh*t
Then I got to pay for her to go through sh*t
Then I got to make sure that you're on a trip
And you're on a trip, and you got a b*tch, and you got a whip
sh*t just be hectic, my head in the clouds, my feet in Guiseppes
They hurt in this sh*t but I’m happy
The moral of things: I’m tryin’ to be king and these n*ggas won’t let me
I got to go harder, they won’t let me live in the city I’m part of
I’m damn near a martyr, I pray that b*tch [?] where most of ‘em started
And then you got people who don’t even bother
And I just think that we are somehow smaller
‘Cause he in the Phantom and I’m in the ‘Rari
In front of the club, I still get a model
I still get a table, get two or three bottles
Still got an eighth [?] of weed in the [?]
I’m still gonna laugh like there ain’t no tomorrow
I’m 150 proof for you n*ggas be [?]
Catch me in Hollywood Gyros we ballin’, my n*gga say
[Hook: MC Tree]