I Be Killen Um

Now put your motherfuckin' hands up

Now get yo hands up, now get yo hands up

Now get yo, now get yo motherfuckin' hands up

Now get yo hands up, I count money bitch

I smoke Kush and sip lean like, fuck a pill

Couple fake release dates, but my bucks is real

My competition never knew what having nothing feels

'Bout to take hip-hop to trial, like fuck a deal

Rags to riches so my peeps never drag they feet

This all money marathon molds a masterpiece

That ? the button press recline the back seats

And I'm the realest nigga in it if you ask me

But that's promotion, and I prefer publicity

So run and tell your homegirls, and get 'em all into me

I got a swagger on stage you should really see

Gold stupid dumb chain, Ricky D

You can't go against the grain when it's meant to be

So hatin' me's an exercise in futility, dummy

Women, power and the money, got it all

See me out and can't take nothing from me

I'ma ball, I'ma pop, I'ma raise Emani in the lap of luxury

'Cause daddy ain't no dummy, but

How can I prepare you for a world so ugly?

Gotta lace your baby Vuitton Chuck T's

Life is an experience, enjoy that you can't

Too much of anything will kill that, you must understand

It ain't all about the money, it's more about the Fam

And it ain't all about yo momma, it's more about your dad

That's just a joke, now peep how I rise from the gun smoke

Pistol-grip-poetry my nigga get a dose, don't stop

Don't stop, no tick on my Rolex watch

I won't stop, I won't stop

Hood nigga out the hood gettin' guap

I can't stop, I can't stop

There's no tick on my Rolex watch

Money and the power