We shut
down blocks when we pull through
Make hits in the mansion with the full view
Rap nigga keep a full magazine, having cream,
move out with my as sassin team
Boss in the bay,
often we floss in this way
Receive a caution every single day
Sportin' alligators, wearin' a beaver
Every corner that we turn,
people glad to see us
And when we hit the club,
front of the line, number of mine
Girls fine, let me grab the behind
Got folks givin' love, I receive it well
Some squares playin' hate
cause I'm receivin' mail
Hell, you know I see it well
Us leavin' with your breezy and
her friends in their black
V12
Go ahead, speak on that
Spit fire like a dragon if I'm rappin',
make you lean on back
Mansons,
G4s,
Bentley,
Azores
Pounds of
Kush, plenty
Chris down to pour
Platinum,
Cuban
Lynx, and
Gucci
Velour
We keep bad whores and
drag minx on the floor
Got big money and
bank accounts off shores
Meet me at the
Mark
Hopkins, mommy the top floor
We stroll the red carpet,
VIP
Pass the
Velvet
Rose strapped up with no
ID
She didn't think the
Zora had mink on the floors
Said remove the sandals and baby get a tour
I like getting head across the
Bay
Bridge
And meeting turf work for pussy days in
And getting the boat
San
Francisco styling
Three hour ride to the
Catalina
Islands
White t -shirted,
Air
Force
One in it
Telling weak ass niggas don't
try to come in it
Cardin' open it,
in the club with the chain with the pointers
Letting bitches roll your little
joints up
While we smoke 40
Swishers
Stuff not even cut, we just a lot more richer,
a lot more sicker
We got money to give,
more baguettes on our pinky than you ever can flip
Thuggin', ribby poppin',
kick back like a mag, top floor of the
Mark
Hopkins
Mansons,
G4s,
Bentley,
Azores, pounds of
Kush, plenty
Cristal to pour
Platinum,
Cuban
Lynx, and
Gucci
Valor, we keep bad whores and
drag minks on the floors
Got big money and bank accounts offshore,
meet me at the
Mark
Hopkins, mommy the top floor
We stroll to
Red
Carpet,
VIP
Pass the
Velvet
Road strapped up with no I .G.'s
Yo, you know my pockets
keep the mumps
Keep it breezy in line,
keep the heat to dump
Hit the bar, we spend grands enough
Either on the mic or behind
the gun if your hands is up
Pour
Chris in the
O .A .K. and the
S .F .C.
Sam
Quinn pop off in the
N .Y .C.
With some girls from
Harlem
They know we ballin',
20 deep in crustaceans
Eat no problem with the 2G bill
Come back the next day if
that's what we feel
Count the squeal, handcuff your wifey
Around the neck, it's icy, the price be
The reason she creepin' night
Mansons,
G4s,
Bentley,
Azores
Pounds of
Kush, plenty
Chris down to pour
Platinum,
Cuban
Lynx, and
Gucci below
We keep bad whores and
drag minx on the floor
Got big money and
bank accounts offshore
Meet me at the
Mark
Hopkins, mommy the top floor
We stroll the red carpet,
VIP
Pass the velvet rope strapped up with no
IDs
I'll next video, out.
you
San Quinn 
