Kush in the swisha Money over bitches Never kill a woman Unless she is a witness All about my business Survival of the fittest She let me hide my weed in her titties Bitch I got the cash in a rubberband I got the glock already cocked, boom! Fuckin with a nigga meet my muthafucking goons Sorry for the wait Carter IV coming soon Light it up cause I’m a smoker She tried to deep throat, I fuck around and choked her It’s Young Money mutherfucker game over Shots leave ya body looking like ya doing yoga And Lord knows I am a sinner pain pills for dinner Bitch I am getting money like I got a money printer I got a chopper and a trimmer shootin’ like Jimmer [Fredette] You coming in that water boy, you better be a swimmer I ain’t worrying bout ya’ll, sittin’ in my hole While Miss Anita Baker say you bringin me joy I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys And we all yell “fuck you bitch” and kept going I’m on and that’s right baby And I ain’t going out this bitch without a fight baby One request please don’t bite baby I got some bomb ass pussy from a white lady I ain’t lying, I’m a shine like a nickel or a dime And I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of my mind Girl stop talking that shit goin’ suck a nigga dick For a new outfit And even if the sky come falling Bitch I’m a still be high I got faith in my weed man But lil niggas got yay by the bean bag Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass And that red bandana is the team flag Yeah, all up in your fucking face Tez pushed the album back, sorry for the wait