Hey you feel this, another click classic, the real genuine no theatrics
Mother fucker I, backs flips over any y’all actresses

Tracks in the fam, all wacks is in

You ain’t fooling no one when you move like that

Got my mind in a pretzel, what to do with that

You got that extra extra, I’m trying to find out

Make your boy wanna call a time out


Fuck the chit chat, yo son
Let me hit that so I can kick back and concentrate on getting big cash

Got this that, hit that, never gonna quit that

Fresh like a tik-tak, respect yeah I get that


Man you must be out of your goddamn mind

Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


It's a been a while since I really had to regulate

But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


Now when you catch me on the scene I play the gentlemen’s role

Step to the flow with a real, genuine stroll

Throw a glance at shorty and she do that dance

Backing up on the champ, that’s a steady advance


I love unleashing the freak in a girl

Back shots and hand-cuffs, we in our own world

Got the champagne chilling it feels so right

Cos usually by now I know she’s not my type

So grap my arm if your rolling with me

To the after party, where’s VIP

And the VSOP, it’s all on me

Plus there’s plenty of haze you know what I mean


Man you must be out of your goddamn mind
Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


It's a been a while since I really had to regulate

But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


Man you must be out of your goddamn mind

Acting like you making hits, you must be goddam blind

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind


It's a been a while since I really had to regulate

But now it’s on so your cats need to meditate

Man you must be out of your goddamn mind

I’m a soldier got my hood diploma
Shorty bend it over shorty bend it over

Never lied about a things but theres some things i never told ya

Flow is dope as coke and weed
I’m rolling with the Cosa Nostra

Mind ya business tell em mind ya business

not religious so don’t cross me like a line of scrimmage

This not a gimmick every single day I live it

Money don’t sleep gotta pay me by the minute

Ain’t no smiling for the camera gangster with the shit
I’m on my Tony Montana money matrimony
I stay faithful to the marriage

If you don’t get any money homie you should feel embarrassed

Cuz the rich is getting richer money thicker than before

Gotta get it cuz i know just how you living
If you broke

stunt hard on these haters i don’t do this shit for show

I do it just to let them know i ain’t no joke




Club life drug life thug life

Ima live it up cuz you only live one life

Hit the platform where the work at jaw
Jumping on my line gotta serve that

Club life drug life thug life

Ima live it up cuz you only live one life




Tears or words your heart can’t express

Its easy to believe a lie you honestly regret

I love whats coming at a time but i was lacking common sense

Hardest thing to take is truth compared to taking compliments

Beer four five beer money get more want real mother fuckers sipping on next soul

Rep my hood so much everybody here know

weird what you think brother

What we here for from the dirty dirty dirty

gotta get it get it song

Getting to the money early heard we doing big things

Now you wanna throw with us

shorty if you down to cut
I put on a up and up

get em i got em

hitting the marijuana
Feel that the bottom of the bottle

conceal without a permit

Tucked between the pharaoh gamo

the hustle is all i know

The only thing I’ve got time for

club life drug life thug life

Ima live it up cuz you only live one life

Hit the platform where the work at

jaw
Jumping on my line gotta serve that

Club life drug life thug life

Ima live it up cuz you only live one life
Holla at me baby bust it open bring it back

I’m the realest killer in it

I don’t even need to act

throwing up the rest

I’m just throwing up the rest

Baby stack it to the ceiling so we balling with the stack

Alright alright alright

I want a lot of money

Living where its sunny

Try to get me a nice playboy bunny

Don’t worry bout the haters

i tell em see you later

Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator



I was at a party

feeling kinda gnarly

saw a little shorty

She didn’t want a forty

only smoke that marijuana doesn’t like the brew

So she wanna smoke with me and my crew

Girls are like a sport and i won a gold medal

Rephrase that matter fact i won several

Swept her off her feet like a mother fucking broom

Then i took her to the mother fucking room


Hey girl how do you feel

What are you an orange you go some appeal

She said hey baby I’m your number one fan

You make my head spin like a ceiling fan




I want a lot of money

living where its sunny

Try to get me a nice playboy bunny

don’t worry bout the haters

I tell em see you later

cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator
Seen a girl in the club

she had a nice butt

I asked if i could touch then i asked how much

She said you don’t have to pay

just go and buy me drinks

Then in the bathroom you can fuck me on the sink

I like to drink wine carbonated with bubbles

She turned right around she had a big bubble

I said you like me you can shake my hand

Girl I’m hotter than a frying pan


Hey girl how do you feel

what are you an orange you go some appeal

She said hey baby I’m your number one fan

You make my head spin like a ceiling fan



I want a lot of money

living where its sunny

Try to get me a nice playboy bunny

Don’t worry bout the haters

i tell em see you later

Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator




Girl you know i keep it hotter than the iron

Yes I’m a leo but I’m not lying

I said girl put your number in my phone
I’m not a skeleton but I’m tryna bone

Said she like tooks i asked if i connect

Hoping it will smell like a garbage pit

So when its said and done

ima say the truth

Put two fingers up gotta check a goose


Hey girl how do you feel

What are you an orange you go some appeal

She said hey baby I’m your number one fan

You make my head spin like a ceiling fan




I want a lot of money living where its sunny

Try to get me a nice playboy bunny

Don’t worry bout the haters

I tell em see you later

Cuz i am on the rise like a fucking elevator

Amazing with this technical shit
Salasi died then he left me a spliff
I’m on the rise get my testicals licked
He’s on the list but who’s checking his shit
Yeah she a dime but her breath could be stink
Push it for me shorty, drop it down low
Down to the floor, make it clap make it roll
Yeah it’s a party got, got juice got draw
Haze in the air, don’t move now go

Get your game up, look man I hate to brag
But where do you think I get this cash from, paper bags?
First hit’s on the house, you can take a drag,
Next time it’s cash though, you have to pay for that,
All grain, whip gas pump, Texico
So much ice on I could be your Eskimo
In the club good go for the sexy ho
I don’t even have to ask she gone let me bone

I ride clean wax off, wax on
Spending money, not a whole of the that gone
I ride clean wax off, wax on
Spending money, not a whole of the that gone
Booze on deck, that’s my back gone
This real life, not a rap song
This real life, not a rap song



Barcardi yeah make them cardiac
Shorty see my chain got a heart attack
So vain, she with all of that
That’s why I bang never call them back
She see me like a god
So I’m a role modeller
She don’t need a twitter click to become a follower
See me at the show came back stage to politik,
Said I was her favourite rapper, me I just ackowledged it
All my college girls, model girls, stripper chicks, connoisseurs
Hood rats to wine and dining girls,
I be kicking it with all kind of girls
Beating out the beat, hear the sound of the drum roll,
Put it in the pot, make it sizzle like dumbo,
Early on the grind all day till the sun go
Me on the beats like a knock out gumbo


I ride clean wax off, wax on
Spending money, not a whole of the that gone
I ride clean wax off, wax on
Spending money, not a whole of the that gone
Booze on deck, that’s my back gone
This real life, not a rap song
This real life, not a rap song

Amazing with this technical shit
Salasi died then he left me a spliff
I’m on the rise get my testicals licked
He’s on the list but who’s checking his shit
Yeah she a dime but her breath could be stink
Amazing with this technical shit
Salasi died then he left me a spliff
I’m on the rise get my testitcals licked
He’s on the list but who’s checking his shit
Yeah she a dime but her breath could be stink