text: Quarter ticket on a drop , none of that shit
  Think you poppin, need to stop bitchin, not lit
  Drinkin on the syrup, Im leanin over, sloppy
  One inside the chamber, locked and loaded, cocked it
  Way too many chains, dawg
  My lawyer do cocaine, dawg
  Audemars Piguet plain, dawg
  Yo shooters need to hit the range, dawg
  If I cant run it up, Ill take some
  My baby mama with the shits, she a 
  She standing like a stallion, mobbing like Italian
  Im in that pussy drowning, nigga broke, he frowning
  Pussy get wet like SmartWater
  Bitch I got a check, Ill pay for it
  Double park the Maybach and they cant tow it
  Money so long that the bank owe me
  Plenty shopping sprees, Saint Laurent Jeans
  Open up my hood with the trunk key
  You niggas tryna assassinate my character
  Make a nigga pull up and embarrass ya
  Tryna cover pain so the ink deep
  Ive been through a lot so I think deep
  Lil bitch, I got you lit, you better thank me
  Pull up now and suck me like Lewinsky
  Photo drop, yeah
  Four o Glock, yeah
  Three o shots, yeah
  Yes, I drink syrup and I pill pop, yeah
  I wont buy no pint if the seal popped, yeah
  He used to have the juice until his deal flopped
  Ima ride with you until the wheels stop
  Ima fuck a couple hoes because Im real hot
  Im just being real wit you, yeah
  These lame ass niggas cant deal with you, yeah
  Turn you up and build wit you, yeah
  Open up a business or two, yeah
  Put you in that Bentley coupe, yeah
  Im the one that put you in that Bentley coupe, yeah
  Im the one that put you in those Christian Loubs, yeah
  Im the one who turned you on to Jimmy Choo, yeah
  Gotchu flexing on your old friends, yeah
  And they riding in an old Benz, yeah
  Take you on a cruise, now you coasting
  Get inside that pussy, feel the motion
  Ima rich nigga, I aint boasting
  You aint never met a nigga got more then
  Pussy get wet like SmartWater
  Bitch I got a check, Ill pay for it
  Double park the Maybach and they cant tow it
  Money so long that the bank owe me
  Plenty shopping sprees, Saint Laurent Jeans
  Open up my hood with the trunk key
  You niggas tryna assassinate my character
  Make a nigga pull up and embarrass ya