home run
Ai , im baaaack
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it
Then I hop up in the shower, had my bitch already in it
While she wipe me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I’m already fly and I ain’t even put my clothes on yet
Cuz
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly)
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly)
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!
Now I got money on money, and bitches on bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind, and I’m thinking all day
Keep a bad bitch to fuck me when I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and my bitches get bitches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money, check my home run average
Take over the game and let my homeboys have it
Uh, aight
Ok I’m up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means, time to bring that money home
Brown paper bags still talk that money
And my money make money I don’t touch that money
I got money mad at me yeah upset money
I got money over money thats bunk bed money
Crib so spacious, whip so matrix
Keep chicks with me, and they  hips bodacious
Nigga like me move quick, no patience
Rockstar life, everyday clique wasted
Everyday’s a long day, I get money the long way
Go to sleep then wake up with it, bed full of naked bitches
They know I got that juice and they just want a taste, a sippin’
I be battin’, they be pitchin’, Barry Bonds the way I hit it
Listen, they get fly (they get fly), I am fly (am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!
Uhhh
I’m international like my fucking visa
Swag on Easter, that wrist on freezer
That bitch on diva, waist on heater
Lungs on reefer, pockets on pizza
And when it come to gettin dough I’ma roll like Pita (yup)
Coke on the scale, Libra
Hail Mary niggas, no Mother Teresa
Aight, I’m forever on my grind (grind)
Cuz you can freeze the watch but you can never freeze the time (no)
You pop shit, I show shit
You got shit, I own shit
That fly shit, I’m on it
I’m hot shit, you novice
Man, ok I’m up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means, it’s time to bring that money home
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it
Then I hop up in the shower, had my bitch already in it
While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I’m already fly and I ain’t even put my clothes on yet
Cuz
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly)(x3)
Aight, ya niggas know me!