But as long as I’m here I’m gon’ grab checks
and make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
Poverty’ll make your ass bet, on words
Touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last set
They say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun
if that’s the case then get a bigger one
You don’t think I pack the pump
’cause I’m out of the hood
That’s a stereotype, like everybody that’s black and junk
I’m in a white mink, the fabric is done
Got rings like Mike, Byrd, Magic and them
Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from
Living lavish, I’m established, so the cabbage’ll come
I’m in the clouds you don’t see me on a train
I travel first class you ain’t even got a TV on your plane
You should be easy on my name
’cause I ain’t goin’ back and forth
Your boss and your captain’s soft