What is that-that, mummy?
Walking 'round and shit like I'm the king in bitch
Walking 'round this motherf*cker limping and shit
Walking this bitch like I'm the king in bitch
Glock it tucked right under, got me limping and shit
Aye, aye
Hundred milly in my bank
Spend a milly on my bitch
Spend two milly on my wrist
Another milly on my whip
Aye, aye
Hundred milly in my bank
Spend a milly on my bitch
Spend two milly on my wrist
Another milly on my whip
Remember me when I'm gone
Feel like Neil Armstrong
I be walking on the moon
Counting these chickens, ain't talking farm
Look at this cheese all over my arms
Rack it up then I zoom
Hey, then I zoom
I got news
I ain't knew
She ain't knew
We ain't knew
Aye, aye
You sleep you snooze, you snooze you lose
I cannot lose, my faces they blue
I'm ready to shoot, niggas got no clue
PJ I flew, I'm cold no flu
You sleep you snooze, you snooze you lose
I cannot lose, my faces they blue
Aye, aye
Hundred milly in my bank
Spend a milly on my bitch
Spend two milly on my wrist
Another milly on my whip
Aye, aye
Hundred milly in my bank
Spend a milly on my bitch
Spend two milly on my wrist
Another milly on my whip
You sleep you snooze, you snooze you lose
I cannot lose, my faces they blue
I'm ready to shoot, niggas got no clue
PJ I flew, I'm cold no flu
You sleep you snooze, you snooze you lose
I cannot lose, my faces they blue