Stupid fat/Mike jacck

Think bout money in my sleep, I'm tryna dream bout what my future like Been fuckin' with them broke boys, come and f*ck with Mr. Do You Right Ain't tryna say I'm gangsta, but I'm the same nigga that blew his pipe He thought that shit was sweet, we swissed the whip, tried to spin through the night I know y'all the ones that put my brother in the casket Now the score like eight to one, please tell me what happened Know someone who tote for show, bet he won't even blast it Put two shells up in his back, he jump like the energizin' rabbit Lil' Wop just touched a 100 ball and still clutchin' his ratchet Tennis chain, Jesus hands, diamonds fightin', boxin' matches I get fly like Peter Pan, throw on shit I ain't imagine Now I'm finna buy a Beamer, cuttin' up all through the traffic Old hoe told me she ain't need me, I was hurt to be a stack But she said I signed a deal, then on her soul, she comin' back But I told her that, that's cool, now I'm turnt, stay where you at My new girl pussy like a pool, and her ass is stupid fat I ain't talkin' bout Mike Jacck, but I got billies in my jeans Lil' yae tryna catch a flltt, you don't even know what that mean This ballin' shit been gettin' old, I feel like Abdul Kareem Got in that room and then you told up on your boys, ain't what it seem My pockets look like what y'all sippin' on, I'm talkin' bout that green Dawg shit is just what I'm sittin' on, she talkin' bout, boy, you stink Stay in the crib and count this money up, I don't got time to link It's too late to ride the wave, you either been on or you sink Bout to start goin' up so fast, gon' do this shit before you blink My unc been locked up since fifteen, this shit get deeper than it think My girl love it when I'm fuckin' her and praise of that's her kink Gon' end up givin' her a fifty, tell her buy some clothes and minks Blowin' up, right before your eyes, nickname me 9-11 I done watched a nigga die, two years after I turned seven So that means that I was nine, but maj told me keep a ten Start sippin' drink at age eleven, I won't do that shit again Uh, go hit up yung freshco if you tryna cop a bin I talk to God like every night, cause every day I know I sin Was too busy takin' L's, now every day it's a new win YSL just for my smell, now she tryna smell my wind