above the rim!

Yeah, he ain't get no money, he ripped off, going up like a rocket, hell yeah, I lift off these niggas got me so mad, I'm pissed off, Just had a three with two bitches im Chris Paul, Hell yeah, I scored That nigga mad, I'm fuckin' his whore I been gettin' money, and you can't ignore Blowing my phone, she must be bored, But I ain't got time, keep playin' my music, she tell em' rewind , I dont f*ck with bitches if they less than a dime, Im smoking on leaf, tree, pine, She said that she like me, I know that she lyin' I'm on too much drugs, the shit got me blind Hop in the I8, beam, I'm flyin' She giving me head, I sit back recline, On a sofa I feel like chief keef "these bitches love sosa And they love me, but I don't love you, you not my speed I put this shit on everyday , I get flea I spent like 10K on these jeans I know I turn heads , like who is he Like nigga, I'm him, and I'm by myself, and I don't got beef But if he gon' run up, might take off a limb And I don't need help, I don't need nobody I'm finna blow up these hundreds , I swim And he ran up, and I knocked him out one punch He need to go get in the gym, and I'm cuttin' up I'm flyin', I'm swervin' through traffic, like I'm tryna go get me a win And I swear this lil' bitch get on my nerves, she know how to get on my skin I see you when you see me, my pockets that fat, and yours real thin And I promise every time I score, I'm above the rim