Ayo, I used to grind to pay my momma mortgage
Run the faucet, put a fork inside the pot, pray I find a fortune
Next thing you know, I'm supplying bosses
And denying offers, went from driving Porsches to flying saucers
I done had all kinda foreigns
Never got extorted, a nigga rob me? He dying for it
New mop, extra clip when twenty shots support it
That's enough shots to spit a sixteen and drop a chorus
My last plug got deported
He used to throw an extra brick on top of every block I ordered
Both of my kids know that I support 'em
I'm copping Jordans, they momma and they poppa both shopaholics
You baller-block and my block was balling
I put a phone line in your bitch name and tell her not to call it
.44 six-shot revolver
One bullet'll have him jumping out the chair like he not the father
Huh, I'm testing crops' performance
I told 'em certain plants just talk to me, it's like the Shop of Horrors
My bitch said that I got to spoil her
She relied on me to eat for nothing, now I got to starve her
We send hoes shopping for us
Not for clothes, they fix they credit and finance watches for us
Used to ride in a hot Explorer
Now it's two hard tops in NY and one drop in Florida
I came a long way from copping quarters
Got a side bitch in Tahiti that see me when I stop in Bora
You talk tough, but I got the aura
Of a nigga that'll come and shoot your daughter while she watching Dora
Huh!