They don't want to give me no props, cause they're jealous
F**k a million load prior, but they're afraid of us
They want to pressure the carrier from the day of my birth
I'ma say true, they can't get no pinch off of us
Some boy a go dead with the props like dogs
They don't want to see no Benz park up in a yard
Fruity gal, they want wine for the jet to go hard
F**k it full of green, cause the G record
Them boy don't know real, they don't see that they're a fraud
So I don't trust no man of yours though
If you don't get no fine, I'll just