Tailor Gang They Rolling Up Those Paper

Started Underneath The Floor, Now My Money Through The Ceiling.

I Never Write From Concept. The Beat Is The Beginning, And Then I Fill In The Rest Of The Song Into What It Should Be.

Some Say That Life’s A B-ch, But I’ma Keep Flirting And F-cking That B-ch For Her Money And Louis V Purchases.

I Aint Trippen Never Slicking Or Slacking On My Pimping

The Haters Can't See Me, The Money's In The Way Like Traffic.