Big money, big booty bitches/ Man, that shit gon' be death of me/ Big problems, I must admit it/ Man, that shit gon' be death of me/ I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope/ I can't stand myself/ I just bought a new coat, I might go broke/ I can't stand myself/ Big money, big booty bitches/ Man, that shit.../ Turn me up/ Sin City, Sin City/ Sin City, Sin City/ Big money, big booty bitches/ Tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it/ 7 figures for a headline/ You want some stage time, we can talk about it/ Niggas actin' like they be rappin'/ Like nice on the mic, truly doubt it/ Go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live/ That decision is hella childish/ Rose gold for my old hoes/ They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down/ 10th grade, I gave her all shade/ But now she got some ass, I wanna hit it now/ I don't lease, I just all out feast/ I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman/ Bomb head and some cheese eggs/ That's a new raise and a signing bonus/ Fall in this bitch/ Like some good pussy, can't stand myself/ So good, she so hood/ She a cheesehead, patty melt/ GED with some EBTs, and some DVDs/ That shit was happening/ She reel me in with some chicken wings/ And some collard greens, that shit was brackin'/ Just cracked me a new bitch/ Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey/ My bitch get off at 9 o'clock/ So I had to shake her 'round 7:30/ 105, I'm stomping fast/ With these big guns, I'm hella dirty/ Get caught with this shit/ I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030/ I got big money, big booty bitches/ Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)/ Big problems, I must admit it/ Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)/ Big dreams, no superstition/ Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)/ I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope/ I can't stand myself/ I just bought a new coat, I might go broke/ I can't stand myself/ I just might ban myself/ I just might... GOD!/ I'm focused feeling blessed/ Cause my eyes be the truth/ I'm focused feeling blessed/ Cause my eyes be the truth/ Mental window blurry as a bitch/ Still lookin' out it/ So much money off the fuckin' books/ Could write a book about it/ Took a minute, no, wait a minute.../ Let me think about it/ Bout 10 years, Crips, Bloods/ Sweat and tears, and we still counting/ Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn/ She fucked the whole squad/ Now every time I land in Brooklyn/ They fuck with the whole squad/ I'm more spiritual than lyrical/ I'm similar to Eli... Why?/ Cause I'm wearin' black shades/ And I'm headed west with the word of God/ I think I'm finally ready to talk about it/ These niggas just talk about it/ Homie you don't play me for no fool/ Poppin' bottles like enemigos/ Ay dios mio, I'm so cold/ Get so deep in that water, water/ They should call my johnson a harpoon/ Feed the needy, don't know graffiti/ Paint her walls like a cartoon/ Beat the pussy up so bad/ Send her home with some war wounds/ Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back/ Goin' 'cross her head... bar stool/ Touch her soul 'til I curl her toes/ Then it's time to reload, then it's part two/ Damn near 30, still set trippin' cuz/ Where you're from, I'mma see about it/ Last year I made 10 million/ That's where I've been yeah, a private island/ Smoking something, on autopilot/ Got too many cars, I might crash a whip/ New 'Rari pedal barely tapping/ Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah I'm rich bitch/ Got two Rollies but one missing/ Think my daughter flossing, she in Kindergarten/ Got one crib worth two cribs/ And my front lawn, yeah that's water fountain/ You be talking boss, saying big words/ Like philosophies, man you weird homie/ What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck/ And your bitch gon' leave and that's real homie/ A Dashiki on, with a fedora on/ And my round glasses, trying to fool the cops/ I'm with you dot, on that sneak dissing/ When you penny bitchin' nigga, shoot the fade/ Ugly nigga, but I'm fine as wine/ Did you check your time, I get good with age/ Shoot the nine like, fourth grade/ Black Hippy droppin', eyebrows raised/ I'm focused feeling blessed/ Cause my eyes be the truth/ I'm focused feeling blessed/ Cause my eyes be the truth/ I got big money, big booty bitches/ Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)/ Big problems, I must admit it/ Man, that shit gon' be death of me (death of me)/ Big dreams, no superstition/ That shit gon' be the death of me (death of me)/ I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope/ I can't stand myself/ I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke/ I can't stand myself/ I just might damn myself/ I just might... GOD!... GOD!/