Code rat, which means you go red but I dont knock you I just blame it on your head.

I'm swaggin out in my cool greys, no LL but these cool J's. My wrist froze but I'm cool shade, like a bald head I'm 2 paid.

Clip hold 30 looking for these fuck boy to do these niggas dirty.

Ok maybe it's my swagga. Everytime I come around these haters gettin madder, gangstas in the kitchen with it whippin up the batter. When them hoes see me they like meek millz you gettin fatter.

Call up ya friends and we can get a minaj just like nikki, have a baby by me baby be a millionaire like 50.

Check up I'm M.O.B.

Get money, got cash You hate it, you mad.

I be killin these haters when I slide by through, like a drive by do in a sky dive coop.

Really though they fishin for a robbery I got them bitties tryna hit me like a lottery, haters wanna body me cause I'm a hot comadity, puffin on dat hater eaze da pain like a apology.

We get money, and we fuck bitches we fuck bitches, and we get money but we don't ever hate.