You see I hustle every day, that's a long year
b*tch I'm all about my green, John Deer
Fishing for the money like I'm on a pier
And I can get your ass for work, if you volunteer
I-I can fit your hole house in my back yard
No bank account but if I did I'd have a black card
I'm blowing money fast, Nascar
Yeah I'm small, but my stacks large
My flow sick, I really need some air flu
Put me in the game, I run it like a pair of shoes
b*tch I'm so fly, need a parachute
I keep a shovel in the trunk, b*tch I'll burry you
My money keep on comin' like an orgasm
Try me than them guns start pointing at ya
But I won't do it, got people that handle that
Candy paint looking like it's drippin'
Candle vex