Lyrics:

OK, I stepped off in this motherfucker bank roll on me
Feelin' myself, got a couple chains on me
See I think I'm the shit and you should think the same
I'm swagging with them all bet them bitches know my name
'Cause I walk it like I talk it, play it how I say it
Them other niggers starving, I'm out here getting fed
'Cause I walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it
Want it then I cop it, it's no longer on the market

OK now, more money more problems
Just bring me my dollars
See I'm 'bout my 'fetti, paper chasing scholar
Got them diamonds on my wrist, more off from my collar
Swag is on that ugh, talking Chewbaccaa
I pull up in that Gallardo, hoppin' off with the models
Hand ?, they might have some type of choppers
I just tell you how to play it, watch what you be sayin'
Walk it like I talk it bitch I'm focused on the Benz
I pull up to any club, you already know
There go mister hood, just don't check your methadone
Got that bumper label on, oh I think I'm fly
Bitch you know I is, that's exactly my reply


OK, I'm too raw for you bitches snitches
Living what you wishing
Kid gon' keep that pistol, swear one day it meet you stitches
You should see me when I'm locking, sipping on my lil potion
Have them bitches bugging, yeah I'm talking roaches
'Cause I walk it like I talk it, cop it if I like it
Wanna bet I get her whether super straight or dykin'
Swangin' off in that Jag with the top peelin' back
Just to make them mad, just another paper tag
I'm so down for the talking, that's just if you cash
What you say? what you say?
Ok, we ain't talking about paper
You can kindly kiss my ass