What you talkin bout?

No matter how hard you try, you'll never be me

The old Smoove ain't a fuckin burger

Shut the fuck up

I bet a dime that you ain't got a dime

VS make you blind

Send a hit, it's a homicide

I ain't never lie

I got sticks, boy I wish you'd try

Hollow hit yo eye

I'm so rich, you so broke, just like yo hoe

If it's cold, Moncler coats

In Miami on a boat

I got pints

No time for

Yo cup be to light

My bitch a Benz, yo bitch a Ford, I'm what you can't afford

Palm angels, and some dior

You wake up and do my chores

Is she your's, I just get head when I'm bored

Nigga you a burger showin shit that ain't your's

Hoppin in the coupe, makin a hoe open my door

You keep you receipts, take it back after you wore

I just bought some more Prada's

don't give a fuck bout no Jordans

Nigga this exotic, it'll have yo ass snorin

Way before I shot a video I was out tourin

I don't measure no more, It don't matter what I'm pourin

You know

I'm a founding father

Of this unit we call the franchise

We're franchise players (allstars)

Super stars and

you know what I'm sayin

It's like the top tier class

But what you not

In New York just to shop

Damn that's a cheap watch

Bust that Rollie for a dub

Si's what you got

I can hit em from the corner

Just like X on the dot

Smokin strong Marijuana

Shit my momma call it pot

Told my momma, I'm a star like Pac but I ain't dyin

Told my momma, I'm a star like Pac but I ain't lyin

Nigga this the ambitions of this choppa on my side

Nigga these the ambitions of that choppa when it glide

Camped out for some days, why you ain't never around

You the type to get shot and tell 12 the whole 9

I'm the type to see you out and spit some fire out my nine

You ain't even worth the bag that my bitch got on her side