Yea it feels good to see people up on it
Use to be broke now I floss it and flaunt it
They'll never buy ya album word to mother
Not even the bootleg with the blurry cover
Burn rubber in the benz mclaren
Chains glaring, dames staring
I'm hot so stop preparing
Yo it's T-O-N-Y I cook like a chemist
The 6 be the color of spinach
On the wo wo supenis
Stashbox holding the tech
So I can cook a nigga brain like hannible lect
I got the money, the power and a big set of balls
Nigga slow your role I put your face on the wall
I get birds for dirt cheap, I get that dough
And put pieces on your strip the size of your big toe
I'm out in atl smoking grandaddy
On them rubberband tires on the brand new caddy