(Sonny Digital)

Hey!Lately, I been on my fuckin′ shit

It's no competition who fuckin′ with me

This rap shit, I run it, I'm blowin' this money

These fifties and hunnids ain′t nothin′ to me

I want the royalty, I want the loyalty

Puttin' up money for lawyer fees

′Cause I know me, man, I got a bad temper

Put one these rap niggas right in a blender

PnB, I'm who they′ll always remember

'Cause I be killin′ shit, I spit that realest shit

'Cause I done did this shit, I'm on that different shit

Copyright all my shit, these niggas stealing shit

I-I-I been feelin′ like 2Pac and shit

All eyes on me, yeah, they watchin′ shit

Study my moves, tryna see what I know

Like, "How the fuck he get so poppin' quick?"

Got a lot of shit that′s on my mind

Got-got a lot of shit that's on my plate

Gotta feed the fam, gotta feed the hood

So I′m up and down that interstate

Doing shows, havin' different meetings

In the studio, I been barely sleepin′

Smokin' all this dope, I been barely eatin'

In a different city every fuckin′ weekend

Hey

I′m your favorite rapper's favorite rapper

I go in the booth and make it happen

It′s amazing how this shit just happens

Finesse the track without no fuckin' practice

Lately, I get in the booth and I cook up a hit

I′m rollin', I really can′t miss

These bitches, they all on my dick 'cause they know that I'm ′bout to be rich

I′m 'bout to be rich (I′m 'bout to be rich, hey)

Blowin′ money on stupid shit

Me and my niggas strapped up in the rag top

But we all on that ruthless shit

Bitches, I'm pickin′ and choosin' shit

I'm hittin′ bitches in twos and shit

I swear my life on some movie shit

′Bout to call Chop up to shoot this shit, damn

Hey Chop, get the mo'fuckin′ camera ready, nigga

Let's make a mo′fuckin' movie, nigga (movie time)

Where my dope at nigga? Roll that shit up

Hey, hey!

Cash rules everything around me

So you know I keep that thing around me

Real niggas, yeah, they stay around me

Fuck niggas, stay the fuck from ′round me

Hey, I'm 'bout to go to Miami

Hey, cop a new lay for the Grammys

Hey, I′m cashin′ out with my family

Hey, fuck you, you ain't with the family

When I come through, better cuff your bitch

′Cause I'm the type of nigga that′ll fuck your bitch

Sing to the pussy, do my thing to the pussy

And we can get into some other shit

Got guns, got clips, you ain't duckin′ shit

This for all the pussy niggas on that selfish shit

Goddamn lil' homie, why you love the bitch?

You gon' die for the pussy? Well, fuck it then

Shot got the MAC with the rubber grip

That mean it ain′t no more rumblin′

He gon' come through and start cuttin′ shit

Plus we got Kev in the cut and shit

Damn!