text: Yeah, yeah
  I had two hundred for lunch 
  Last night, I fucked on her cunt 
  Twenty-four shows in a month 
  Looked at the time, it was crunch 
  Ice, diamonds is crushed 
  Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked 
  Yeah, cold as a slush 
  Barely rest so Im sippin the Tuss 
  Go get it a must 
  Fuck her good in her pussy, no must 
  Yeah, love and not lust 
  My crew loyal, we trusted in us 
  Yeah, runnin it up 
  Got this shit out the ground and the mud 
  Yeah, look at it glist, see what I mean 
  A lot of blue faces, you pickin green
  Fuck on her naked, bust on her spleen 
  Cross on the Chrome Heart, three K for the jeans 
  Feel like a player, keep a trick up my sleeve 
  Im cool on you dawg hoes, I dont want the fleas
  Im smokin exotic, it dont got a seed
  Feelin the roof and I can feel the breeze
  Pockets got nachos, extra chili cheese 
  Smokin gelato, got me feelin eased
  Might cop that Rollie for my oldest niece 
  I drop a hit, Im knowin what they need
  I check out the motor, gotta have some speed
  Louis bifocals, I cant see defeat
  Cash runnin over, I can feel the greed 
  I had two hundred for lunch 
  Last night, I fucked on her cunt 
  Twenty-four shows in a month 
  Looked at the time, it was crunch 
  Ice, diamonds is crushed 
  Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked 
  Yeah, cold as a slush 
  Barely rest so Im sippin the Tuss 
  Go get it a must 
  Fuck her good in her pussy, no must 
  Yeah, love and not lust 
  My crew loyal, we trusted in us 
  Yeah, runnin it up 
  Got this shit out the ground and the mud 
  Went and got rich out the ground and the mud 
  Ridin the Rolls and the mink is a rug 
  911 Porsche and the trunk is a hood 
  Told her come through, come and sit on this wood 
  Neighborhood trap used to cap off a jug 
  Fucked a nat-nat in the back of the hood 
  I never ratted, keep that understood 
  Aint goin backwards, I dont think I could
  These labels be trappin rappers like they Suge
  Got Ms in the bank, bitch, I feel life is good 
  They neck in the pavement, held down by my foot
  Been patiently waitin, wish a nigga would
  Just drop a location, my niggas will do it 
  I got a old bitch, cant wait for me to screw her
  Just picked up two hundred, Im headed to Forbes 
  I had two hundred for lunch 
  Last night, I fucked on her cunt 
  Twenty-four shows in a month 
  Looked at the time, it was crunch 
  Ice, diamonds is crushed 
  Louis V but my T-Shirt is tucked 
  Yeah, cold as a slush 
  Barely rest so Im sippin the Tuss 
  Go get it a must 
  Fuck her good in her pussy, no must 
  Yeah, love and not lust 
  My crew loyal, we trusted in us 
  Yeah, runnin it up 
  Got this shit out the ground and the mud 
  I blow Biscotti clouds of the bud 
  Throw the racks up, it look like a flood