F.I.F.A.

They been trying to tie me to the BALCO

Too many clicks in the dial tone

I’m my city’s Willy Falcon

How you niggas celebrating Alpo?

I’m disgusted

Interior rustic, the mustard-colored wall’s adjusted

Trap doors everywhere

Macs come out the floor, dinners at the Forge

Four Seasons all four seasons

It’s good to have a getaway for no reason

Concierge never speak

‘Cause this week look like last week

They both named Ashley

I might travel to El Barrio

To get it from Daddy-O then adios

Cellphone at the back patio

I didn’t have to make a cameo to get it off

I hope you betting on the sleeper

It all started on a beeper

Now they asking for the feature

Till I'm steppin' out the bleachers

Drug money kicked around like it’s FIFA

Yuugh! Pops up like dandruff

Beverly Hills Jed Clampett

A shotgun wedding to collect my ransom

Cameo Chris Hansen

I’m at your door

You don’t wanna know him if you owe him

I done boxed in cars and had to tow ‘em

I done laid in lawns when they didn’t mow ‘em

Even hogtied wives, I had to show ‘em

That I mean business

I mean everything I say, no witness

No forgiveness, Souls of Mischief

It’s on through infinity, my arms are endless

Your arms, too short to box with God

Might send a bitch a Elie Saab

She fucks and robs

10 grand just to touch the job

Close range, she don’t duck and dodge

You can’t trust them odds

I hope you betting on the sleeper

It all started on a beeper

Now they asking for the feature

Till I'm steppin' out the bleachers

Drug money kicked around like it’s FIFA

I hope you betting on the sleeper

It all started on a beeper

Now they asking for the feature

Till I'm steppin' out the bleachers

Drug money kicked around like it’s FIFA