don't RIP, we hit streets and stay relevant/ You can tell how I'm bailin' in, glistenin' and shinin'/ If a lick call, I'm hittin' it/ Thirty Mil and
and honor Niggas be strapped with the gats and armor Ready for whatever nigga fuck the drama bitch what? We can make a mil take a mil tell me how that
surface The nerve of these peasants Treat a rap budget like a bird how I stretch it Think they get the message Waters, Dutchies, lot of herb in a session So-called
it be better if I left My girlfriend know I got a fetish for fine hoes I'm worldwide so she know I'm gonna find hoes Sneaking in my iPhone Looking through my call
dum de dum Let me introduce myself, they call me Mr. Foxx Known for making ladies scream and jumpin' out they socks Yes, it's all real (Real) I'm king of the hill (Hill) Call
, damn i'm hurtin niggas feelings soulja boy the truth, that's real pimpin' I spit real ish, def'ly not fiction Money slippin out my hand call it cash friction Call
floors, got the Greek pillows Frontin' at awards, real street niggaz I used to serve shake, now I serve steaks Three squares on the road, call it third
you thought doc, whispered in your ear Yeah, there's too many MC's but not enough MC's Are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves Look around the premises, spot blemishes Call
believe my steez is real, You can check the emptiness of my glock nine mil, It don't matter which way you come, I still be the nigga callin' shots with
it?s time for me to break camp Had a crush on my man the first time we met Now what you see is what you get Lost more than a mil on a gambling bet So
go lil' mama Just let it go lil' mama, let it go lil' mama Just let it go lil' mama, let it go lil' mama Just let it go lil' mama, let it go Yo, they call
that's star related More than just duplicated, Kenjuana's to celebrated Got damnit we finally made it, haters they gotta hate it Bought my house off and finally paid it, often intoxicated Just call
me for a mil' worth How many rappers man can tell you what a mil' worth All my life damn worryin' 'bout a mil' worth Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Uh, you
shoot but they miss I been provin' to hit so you know it's really real I went from chillin' on the hills to signin' deals worth fitty mil Self made millionaire
', love to spark the place Half the niggas in the squad got a scar on they face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mil' for the charm, nigga this
Glamour life style baby, bottle the rocks Lose the ice, 100 mil kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up? Stick around Yo
makin a lotta mil Watch that cat, send thugs to stop that cat But niggas like him always got the gat Gotta take 'em off, gotta play them all real soon Call
Never had the sack but I smoked a little crack Crushed up in the weed, we call 'em bass rock Caddies Goin' on them grimmies make them ho's call me daddy