Текст:
I say why they hatin’ on me?
I’m just tryin’ to get my guap
I’m just tryin’ to set my family up
First believe in one God

Then stack your paper higher, b*tch
Get your money, stack your paper higher, b*tch
We ain’t never f*ck with cops
And that’s never gonna stop
And I’m posted at the tippy top
So get your money fast
and stack your paper higher, b*tch
Get your money, stack your paper higher, b*tch
Love, hate
Ni*gas, hate
B*tches, hate
Me, I can’t
Faded I might, faint
Faded I might, faint
My mind went, blank
Mind went, blank
Okay, I’m takin’ my time and takin’ your dinner
These b*tches cold blooded like winter
I’m lookin’ at fixtures that I don’t remember
I’m all in my zone, Carl Malone
Takin’ these shots, abusing my liver
It’s mine, I spend it
It’s mine, I’m gon’ spend it
Doomsday, doomsday
These ni*gas weak like it’s a Tuesday
Ni*gas get loony like a toon stay
Everything well done like two steaks
Who they?