im a god in my city nigga yeah yeah 50 thousand red 50s thats a bloody bag yeah got my niggas working hard yeah yeah cut them snakes out the circle cause them hoes were fake yeah flipping and dripping the sauce flying on planes with boss my niggas aint going back to the struggle we aint got the cash to fall yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah i swear cold as polar bear all of my diamonds on glare curls all over my hair the white girl yeah yeah she just bought me 20 thousand yeah yeah yeah yeah that was just in one evening sauce off in this seasoning slap a rapper for no reason i dont like the way he breathing in the benz when im creeping in some coupe yeah yeah your bitch see me right there fingers all in my hair her friend in the back yeah i got bunnie traps yeah and they said that dripping sauce was a joke now the world if you aint drippy you broke never seen you niggas pimping before now its all on the biz sauce done made you niggas rich be thankful for the im a god in my city nigga yeah yeah 50 thousand red 50s thats a bloody bag yeah got my niggas working hard yeah yeah cut them snakes out the circle cause them hoes were fake yeah flipping and dripping the sauce flying on planes with boss my niggas aint going back to the struggle we aint got the cash to fall yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah  im a boss yeah yeah paid the cost yeah yeah took a loss yeah yeah dripping sauce oh yeah yeah foreign floss oh yeah yeah cut em off oh yeah yeah sosa broke oh no sippin syrup move slow counting dough getting more rollin gas up 93 had a face that you wouldnt believe getting dope counting all the cheese i dont want no friends i just want the ends take off with your bitch in the coupe hat blowing in the wind these niggas so pretend free my brothers out the pen yeah yeah i dont want no problems i just want the gwala i want all ciabatta i done did me a lot of shit im a god in my city nigga yeah yeah 50 thousand red 50s thats a bloody bag yeah got my niggas working hard yeah yeah cut them snakes out the circle cause them hoes were fake yeah flipping and dripping the sauce flying on planes with boss my niggas aint going back to the struggle we aint got the cash to fall yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah we ain t going broke no more we ain t going broke no more all this money came out the o now they hating on us all now they hating on us all before this class they were lost yeah yeah yeah oh yeah yeah oh yeah splash