i m laughing to the bank but ain t a damn thing funny about that profit like muhammed homie all i want is money i m just ducking from the haters focused on this paper tell them niggas on the side see ya later cause i ain t got the time for no i ain t got the time for see homie i ve been on my grind for so i ain t got the time for feel like the top exactly where we supposed to be nigga and i wont let an opportunist close to me nigga i keep a piece fuck your peace nigga my lean budget match your monthly rent and lease nigga a genius she give me brain as soon as she meet us i m only about a check even got one outta adidas these niggas mimic my moves lookin like a hype man on molly right now even her fingers rolling ice man george gervin coupe swerving while i m switching lanes can t put my trust in these niggas knowing that niggas change so whats the basis when rappers don t know the basics still not taking advice from those i wouldn t trade place with with all disrespect i ain t on no saving face shit about to crash and burn i suggest you hit your brakes quick streets ugly blocks need face lifts and even knowing that i still ain t left him on that fake shit this game do something to you turn you into a beast i m on billboard charts but we still in these streets nigga we got to eat whole squad gotta dine besides these rappers talkin about me homie my life fine lord show me a sign till then i m showing no mercy on this road to the riches but that highway curvy if they fiendin i serve em if i m nothing she s slurping keep a pistol on my purse and never claim to be perfect both of my hands dirty we just scratching the surface bet your past looking shaky spent your whole life nervous fuck with me while i m working we hit your block lurking we just looking to search him if we spot him we murking 2