what would hef do? (feat. B. Lewie)

A dollar worth of time, shit, a penny for your thoughts The writings on the wall, shit, I've seen em getting chalked Blicky on me when I put it on, could get them offed Only money calls get the ringer on, your ringer off You gotta know that I know my plans can get expensive But I'ma go if I'm with my mans or independent Pick a side, none of my friends playing the fences In my front lawn, touching my grass, I hear em hissing Call a man a slime, but expect him not to snake you You could teach him how to draw but for a favor they'll trace you Keep the camera rolling when you cut, it ain't no taking two I understand, shit, if I seen my bag, I'd wanna take it too Armed to the teeth, pistol by my belt loops Only one step, I'm the wrong one to step to You let some of my niggas in the spot, now let the rest through Couple bitches thinking to myself, like, what would Hef do Stuff em in a mansion and make money off em Everything for sale, I could run an auction Double C's on, but got them double frosted Overpriced it and I ain't undercharge it Softball pitching had to underarm it Got bad bitches taking off their undergarments Hold on, it's the money calling Hold on, it's the money calling You know that time is money, bae my minutes is not free Call me, talm bout something on my line or leave me be You might not be my favorite eater, but you a nominee If I catch this play, bro, say yo grace, it's time to eat Boot up with the gang, it boost up the economy Po-po run my plates, I'm through the lane like Dominique I'm a boss, I scope baby like a hawk Hit her like I'm off a bean, that's gon' make her stalk Nigga, f*ck the price of fame, I'd rather fill up a vault Yo bitch soaked up all the game, no, that ain't my fault Ain't no limit to how far I take it, dog, I'm bout it, bout it Niggas wake up, be a whole new person, they like Miley Cyrus I'm a big fish, you a shrimp, shout out Miley Miley Brody hatin', say I hit his wifey, I forgot about her I can't recollect, ballin', I don't break a sweat Main and side, they neck and neck Call me like they debt collect Heavy cockage, change lil' mama life, feel like I'm Kevin Fed Every day, I got another player, Ed, Edd, and Eddy She'll break her jaw and break her neck for me, I'm sexy I need something black and sweaty Keisha off of belly Pop out super fresh, I'm staying that til Armageddon I can trip a ref, you in the nosebleeds like Eleven No, we cannot talk, I'm busy counting, call up Tevin Hello This a money phone, if it's money on the call, I'm checking Told them boys, I got now and next, you better call it second Mob ties somewhere by Italians, sipping Armaretto One piece on, either she fucking or she wanna wrestle Baby mad, thinking that she pressure, I ain't pressed for it Treat it like a substitute teacher, ain't no respect for it Home run, Buffy's with the cuts, they think it's steroids Still get it, reaching in the hood, I'm like a Pepboy Nigga