i walk in the bank drop a smile and a flash but they still gotta record it when i m pausing my cash and when i leave financial i go jump in that fast to go back to the lab and make a beat for the mass and some milk in the glass i m teaching all you jokers so you can t skip class i hope you broads don t think i m only out for that ass your tank will stay on empty cause you like to get gassed now when i m in the club i m drinking shots of patrone but when i leave the club i m always leaving alone ugly girls call me crazy and they call me gay little monkey i ll be there to get you out the way you gorilla and lose a couple pounds of hair weeve in your bathroom you ain t on my level fireplace in your master bedroom you ain t on my level i do it with rhyme you know i do it with beats i get new money to sign i m addicted to the grind i m like rocket in your mind i m like beatles in their prime i m while we sippin on patrone reason for deseeving to be or not to be poppin pills while niggas chillin to the cieling my nigga quik on the record we was thought i was in public chickens my nigga kill this shit a job they dance looking for bitch i ain t no trick this is a well you already know that it s that og bun rocking with the homie quik having some og fun representing for the streets that the og run now let me give you an example of what og done i put it down for niggas who puttin it up when they start going pop i was hoodin it up when they took us to the berbs i went back to the trap they forgot about the south i put it back on the map worldwide respected locally i m looked up to but disreguarding red tape i just cut through tryna throw me a monkey rench i m like fuck you you got your marching orders hut one hut two about face now move around g cause i don t playa hate niggas around me i m rolling with the homie dj quik and if you hating on that then suck my dj dick bitch