Uh, Lord knows I’m filthy rich All this ice is like 50 bricks Rap niggas throwing hissy fits I give my bitch a stack just for a Christmas gift And my bitch so bad, she on my Christmas list ‘Member I prayed, really I wished for this To get the crib with the maid and with the picket fence I’m with some niggas that mad, we taking risks for this I’m talking,lord knows that I repent for this But Lord knows if I get penned for this I prolly won’t get home until I’m 56 They say, I do not know why they be gassing these suckers But fuck ’em cause I am not feeling their shit Difference between me and most of these rappers I’m talking about work that I really put in Talking about pistols I put on my hip And I’m talking about foreigns I really could whip