Director's Cut Video (MV)

Now Jamie
Jamie, we don't know who they are
Where they are
Or what they did with the money
Your money
They win, we lose
So f*ck em
It don't gotta be hard
Don't put your cards up on the table
Five, five, six, ripped through his stomach
The nigga watching cable
I'm amazing
Get pats on the back like my niggas hazing
Ball heads ripped through his stomach, the body dropped on pavement
You and I can be the same, if you keep your head up
New standards
I knew I loved money when I seen the check come
Finger f*cking, I been dead broke it wasn't funny
Old hunnids mixed with blue ones, it's f*cking ugly
You see me soon creep through the door, it's Daniel Boone
Monsoon, pussy was wet, hopped in a pool
Light it up, fourth of July, I'm into lighting stuff
One puff, my four leaves closure, nigga try your luck
Flash bomb, hand grenade, pistol what I tote today
The infrared point out the obvious in niggas, a dead giveaway
I'm on the highway one twenty, Then I doubled it
Two forty, drop the ball too much, you get to juggling
Eight ball, pool stick, white car, cool whip
Director's cut, put him in a choke hold