[Intro]
Every time I make a run girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why oh why?
[Hook]
These n*ggas satisfied on the porch, these n*ggas satisfied smoking dope
I guess they satisfied being broke
Satisfied on their di*k, ain’t that a b*tch?
I won’t be satisfied ‘til I’m rich – this real sh*t
If I wasn’t rapping, I’d be selling dope, If I wasn't trapping, I’d be kicking doors
‘cause I ain’t satisfied being broke
Satisfied on my di*k, I need a lick
I won’t be satisfied ‘til I’m rich – that’s real sh*t
[Verse 1]
I grind in the streets and grind in the sheets
I need a mouth guard ‘cause I grind in my sleep
My mama say she knew I was the beast since the sonogram
Told her I ain’t find out ‘til they gave your son a gram
f*ck Uncle Sam, pay my tithes with them eyes
Like Deuce Bigelow, cakes and pies, cakes and pies
I bet the other side got some beautiful gardens
I’m getting sick and tired of walking into an apartment
It’s like I’m Martin – so that’s the girl next door?
And moving on up is Bruh-Man from the 5th floor?
sh*t, if that’s all we got to live for
Then I’m willing to die trying to get more
A schitzo finna blow, I expect the anger
You n*ggas talkers, I’m a walker like Texas Ranger
I told my angel we gon’ make it, just be patient
She said even a Muslim gotta bring home the bacon
[Verse 2]
5 years from now, I just see me getting fetti
I see my whole team gucci with a bigger belly
I see a bad foreign b*tch with my dinner ready
And you n*ggas can’t see ahead like Wizard Kelly
You petty, see I’m the type to grind ‘til I’m full
You n*ggas half ass like a mule
I said f*ck school, so now it’s either trapper or rapper
And I ain’t taking no shorts like I’m going to Alaska
When I wake up in the morning, gotta get that dough
I gotta push that yola, gotta whip that coke
A n*gga play with my money – what you did that for?
I got a truckload of hundreds but I need much more
Yeah I’m a greedy motherf*cker, I got an appetite
I can’t be pacified, this where my passion lies
I need the fastest ride, I want the baddest bride
Can’t do the classifieds, I just ain’t satisfied
[Outro]
Every time I make a run girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why oh why?
See you must understand I can’t work a 9 to 5
I ain’t satisfied