That's a big bag in my hand don't make me open that

I just woke up and now i'm pissed cuz I was dreaming stacks

I made em shoe with how im stepping I was thinking racks

I got the quarterback no wonder I been getting sacks

That bitch be giving brain I might just pay tuition on it

You see my car next lane I might just have two bitches on it

They wet like ocean water pour that drink inside my sonic

And please quit saying that you're next cuz I mean let's be honest

I do my money like Jeff Hardy I'm just flippin shit

I do my thing and like hard working you could feel the shift

I might just cop a brick and make a living out of that

I swear this shit too easy comfy in my habitat

That shit stay on my side like bitches wear designer bags

I like my women the same color as Tyra Banks

Get your bars up hear me now

Bitch I'm like Undertaker on your ass don't turn around