Pulled up on the side of your bytch, she wouldn't stop looking
That bytch good as tooken, good as gone
I guarantee tonight my nikka, that bytch ain't coming home
I got money to count
I got bytches to fukk
I got packs to flip
Pistols to bust
When I was small, I ain't have nothing
Started selling dope, and prayed to God for a plug
He showed up and said
GET PAID YOUNG nikka, GET PAID
Whatever you do make sure you get PAID