[Verse 1: Tree]
Dirty money in the vault
Let me tell you what it costs
I can’t even put a price on it
But let me tell you what I lost
Bad bitch with the sauce
Another mad bitch with some gloss (Gloss)
Serial numbers all scratched off on this chrome-plated Nina Ross
And I don’t even lose sleep
I ain’t got a Rollie, I ain’t six feet (Thank God)
But I done been around the world
Put some real thorough n***as on their feet
And n***as really be on fake shit
But that fake shit that ain’t me (Fake shit)
And I can smell what you’re smoking homie
What you’re smoking homie that ain’t weed
Don’t you walk up on me Imma squeeze (Squeeze)
N***as dying over greed (Greed)
N***as dying over some bitch
Just a dumb bitch on her knees
I remember one chick was a sleaze
Come quick when I please
She was burning n***as as a juvenile
Like 400 Degrees
Damn
[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]
I been in the hood starving (Hungry)
I done seen the other side
I done seen the other side twice balling
Paperwork with the big Larkin
I been sparking up the tree often
Often or not, scheme and plot all the time
All time high, I made a couple hundred bands rocking Crocs
Still listening to Pac
Triple fat [?] Tims on
Sip Goose still when I get on
Tip after eating up a t-bone
California, I bringing all of my trees home
When I walk outside all I see is clones
Plus I don’t see myself leaving all this tree alone
(Shit coming with me baby)
I’m not cool with n***as
Get up out my way before I use the trigger
Situation sticky like the weed is
I proceed to be a G
I done dominated every category I’m a beast