(M-M-M-M M-M-M-M)

Big blunt still burning in the black big Benz
Bad bitch sucking dick bout to dent my rim
Duffle bag full of hundreds let her spend my tens
Khaled told you pussy niggas all I do is win (Another one)
Rolex full of boogaloos my dawgs in the pen
Im f*cking with a bitch then she gotta be a ten (Ten)
Diamonds on her neck (Neck) diamonds on her wrist (Wrist)
I put her diamonds on her mouth cause its diamonds on my dick
I got diamonds on my hands (Hands) diamonds on my chest (Chest)
G5 nigga twenty thousand I done made a mess
All the feds taking pictures so I pose for the hoes
Got the Phantom in the front shooters at the back door
All the strippers know to tip us very big difference
Got a gold chain swinging in my name eight figures
Time to let your soul glow with a hundred bullet holes
Now you screamin to the Lord why them boys done do you wrong?
Fore I paint the picture (better read the scripture)
Here come the Grim Reaper he in a pair of black Dickies
Life is such a dirty game as you walkin through the flame
Stackin all the bodies as they callin out your name
See me at the new arena best seats at the game
Haters still send subpoenas but my snipers got a aim
Sell a lot of records not the money that I made
Or the bitches that we f*ck cause we share a lot of names
All the jewelers give me watches cause they wanna take a picture
I be moving all the product my new house is on the river
(My new house is on the river)
(My new house is on the river)
(My new house is on the river)
My new house is on the river
So I had to buy a boat better yet its called a yacht
I was then labeled a boss for the yayo that I cop
Peace

(M-M)
(M-M)
(Huh)


And I was raised to be a killer but I grew to be a hustler
Beg your pardon tell you sorry I dont argue with the customer
(Yeah I dont argue with the customer)
(Yeah I dont argue with the customer)
(Yeah I dont argue with the customer)
(Yeah I dont argue with the customer)
And I got two bad bitches and they crying for the white
Play the cards in my hand right they dyking by tonight
Call the plug bad news tell the story til its boring
Sounding sketchy and he know it I dont care I need my coin
And thats word to this dirty I aint lying on my groin
Any time get in line like a rhyme in a poem
White lines in my foreign hit rewind on the porn
Thats your main? She my side couple times paid my bond
Got a thousand eight grams of that glitter come and get it
Gettin bands with the yams f*ck the fans on the Twitter
F*ck the Gram stop playin white grams I get rid of
White bitch sucking dick Ill leave her class on her sweater
While I mash on the pedal talking shit to her tell her
That Im mad that I met her bitch dont ever push your head up
Got the smackers on call sliding bare face and all
No shells so well done I let em take the vault
Three Cs two Ms one G up in the Benz
One liter of the lean your main squeeze up in my lens
(Your main squeeze up in my lens)
(Your main squeeze up in my lens)
Fake liter of the lean your main squeeze up in my lens

Huh
I was raised to be a hustler but I grew to be a killer
I be moving all the product my new house is on the river
(My new house is on the river)
(My new house is on the river)
(My new house is on the river)
My new house is on the river
So I had to buy a boat better yet its called a yacht
I was then labeled a boss for the yayo that I cop
(For the yayo that I cop)

(Maybach Music)