i d know what you trippin on must be what you sippin on i m still tippin on fours flippin with the paint drippin when i leave home tell ya baby mama gon leave me alone you can have her back i m done with that i ain t had too much fun with that i mma let you gon run with that i m a cold mack you can call me goldy yeah like the pimp same as the rollie git your money up what my o g s told me and i been doing that since my o g s know me don t tell me show me talk is cheap a cheap bitch cain t sweep up my jeep my hoes top notch they cain t compete bringin daddy back 20k a week that sadden up i m stackin up you niggas better get your mackin up still doin shoes that s packed as fuck and i ain t dropped shit since you know what you know what i m high as fuck drank got a nigga s mouth dry as fuck ev ryday i step out fly as fuck and that s some shit you cain t go drop me up drive fast cars got fast cash gotta smoke and drank to slow me down a tad i m just gettin mine midin my business why these hatin niggas act so mad wanna see me fall hate to see me ball wanna see me crawl hate to see me tall stand by me i make em all look small hall of fame thugga put my name on the wall