I just wanna know why you ignore me
I just wanna know why you making me OD
I just wanna let you know that its killing me slowly
Wheezy Beats
Im dying over you, you just crying over me, ayy
Slow that ass down Im tryna talk to you 
Throw that pussy at me, Ima box with it 
Forty thousand dollar Birkin, blow a block with you 
Lets perform a 69, Im tryna slob with you 
Beat them bitches up, Im tryna mob with you 
Touch your body up, dont get mad with me 
Lets get fresh, go to Tom Ford with you
Ill still swim to you if you had a shark with you 
Im tryna get this hundred thirty-five thousand dollar ring, and you know the rest 
Im tryna be with you til dust 
She say, Yeah cause she the best 
Applying pressure to your chest 
I beat em with the royal flush 
My main bitch she one of one 
I swear she nothing like the rest 
I caught her right on Bouldercrest 
Yeah, I took lil shawty off the bus 
Ooh ah, ah
I just want whatever you got, that belongs to me
And all I can do is whine
Oh, whine!
I hope God could stop what you shot... to me 
New G Wagon, 24s on that bitch 
I made two of the rappers pee they clothes, prolly shit
I made two of these actress fuck my whole fucking clique, ayy
Blue cheese wrappers sitting on motherfucking slicks
Lets take a Percocet test, I prolly fail that bitch 
I think my old lady on to us, I got to mail that bitch, ooh ooh
I got a whole lotta cheese, yeah, yeah, Velveeta rich , ooh ooh
I got fans all over the world, I make em all moshpit 
And if that nigga play crazy in the school, Ima make his ass turn into the wall
I got all these niggas old ladies tryna pay attention so they can know how I ball, ball, ball 
You should try by God, the car was never driving it 
You should try by God, the bottle was never popping it 
You should try a whole lotta things, yeah 
You should try losing somethings, gotta go to the property
Everybody YSL, a lot of properties 
Everybody parasail like a Nautica 
Everybody with me pockets end up wobbling 
Irv Gotti
Everybody with me, they aint scared to catch a body 
Everybody girl running round with everybody 
Everybody came around me, start getting money 
Everybody came around you, start taking molly 
You see the difference 
They whole picture penny pinching , they dead broke
They aint really dead, they just living , expert
Im balling and Im still in business , make her squirt
All in the motherfucking kitchen
Ooh ah, ah
I just want whatever you got, that belongs to me
And all I can do is whine
Oh, whine!
I hope God should stop what you shot... to me 
You cant stop what God got for me
I said, Ima stop, and drunk more codeine 
Pop that mini label that aint ecstasy 
And Im telling on myself but I dont care about a thing 
Its funny now Im rich that I dont care about money 
Before I was married, man, I still didnt care about honeys 
Speaking of honey, yeah, Im a big B honey 
Go tell your ex-boyfriend he cant see me or nothing 
He can be my neighbor, still cant see me 
His album is the latest, still cant be me 
And dont you talk to me bout nothing 
Every one of my watches come in flooded 
Every one of these thotties, I coulda fucked, yeah 
Diamonds on me, got the robbers rushing 
My attitude out space, I dont care bout nothing 
Pack the Smith & Wesson 
Actavis let go of me leg, oh 
Actually me bankroll, dont let go 
Ready to run you rap niggas back home 
Put a Tec-9 into the backbone 
Money give you goosebumps, money give you feedback
Sweat on your tee top, I dont wanna see none of yall
Yall are cheaters, fuck your mamacita
Yeah, Im a nasty bastard, I need a detox
Yeah, Im in a foreign whip with your mamacita
Ten thousand dollar chips and a hunnid visas
And I got a lot of sticks and a hunnid creatures
Better not have no bad bitch if you wanna sleep with her 
Get a pack, nigga you better rollie pollie ollie 
Came up in the projects with no roaches 
We had to keep it clean, everything smelt soapy
Back when we had no homies
Ooh ah, ah
I just want whatever you got, that belongs to me
And all I can do is whine
Oh, whine!
I hope God should stop what you shot... to me