My new young chick look exactly like Rihanna. Ass like Nicki, but she yellow like Madonna.

Some niggas make it alive, some make the news. It's either family or money, I hate to choose.

So I kill a pussy, I murder shit, homicide on shorty. My gold role cost 60 racks, my rose gold cost 40.

Crushing all these hoes, rocking all this ice. Selling all these O's, nigga, I done did that twice.

I jump right back like 36, lean hard when I turn the whip. If I ain't have my rap deal, then I still be serving bricks.

So I'm just riding round in my Rolls, about to get on my bike. Just to touchdown in my hood and I put that on my life.

Pocket full of them racks and my bank account Meek Mill nigga.

Pockets on bank roll, chain froze. Nigga we dont even fuck the same hoes. Watching for the coppers in the plain clothes. Cause Im riding with a chopper in a Range Rove.'

Ok, I walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherfucker. Pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on them.

Im swagged out, maxed out. Bad bitch with me and her ass out.