You thought you were the only one ballin'

You thought you were the only one slabbed out

You thought you were the only pimpin'

In the V.I with the broads and they ass out

You thought you were the only one...

Naww playa..

You thought you were the only one...

Naww playa..

Now I apply pressure, yessuh, gold on my dresser

Effortlessly perfected this pimpin' to the neck up

And with it, I can dress up, any pro into a pretzel

Figure 'fore she figure more dick might destroy her vessel

Mo'-mo'-most not the lesser, it's high to my worth

Cuz the last time I tripped ova pussy was probably at my birth

And the last time I didn't pop my trunk was probably at my church

But as soon as I left the parking lot, I maxed it out till it burst

Wood grain in my wheel, princess cut in my grill

Butter fly my steak, shrimp and lobster on chill

Do it how I feel, cuz doin' what you love won't hurt ya

Plus an L7 could never understand the complexity of my circle

Or the dynamics of a twerker, or the inner workings of a squirter

Its like chemistry with this codeine, two parts cup one purple

3 more time that's charm, bad bitch on my arm

Come and go as I please, whole world in my palm

Hook:1x

Chocolate-chip cookies on my tray

True stoner I get high just as sure as the sun come up to light up the day

A real boss up in the game don’t have to pay to play

We burnin’ down come smoke a pound I’m just a flight away

I earned the right to say I’m rich off what I write today

And stickin’ to my cheese like a microwave

Broke niggas they don’t like us they don’t wanna fight

Shout out to Max cuz you could never ride the wave but me I got the title

OG kush in my joint, Ooo, all my niggas on point, Ooo

Ride around reppin’ that gang, T.G.O.D. come join

You niggas do a show there and don’t get no love

I sell a hundred thousand tickets when I show up

They say the game done changed

Well that mean, you need to change too

And stop with all that fuckin’ hatin

Cuz that’s what motherfuckin’ lames do

Rightt

You ain't the only nigga gettin’ money got it down to a science

Big nigga, bank teller, think I play for the Giants

Dead fresh, walk by and get a moment of silence

Don’t be mad because we livin’ dog, be mad at the Mayans

Riding deciding live maine or peeking

Who said hustlers can’t be king

Wrists got crowns on 'em bad hoes is beasting mista

Slide the first day, instant upgrade

Thompson my jacket, Black Label my denims

Very rare my kicks, this petty cash that I’m spendin’

With the rich folks bout to blend in

Got a obsession for this game Bob Lemon

Gangsta, hustla, shit I bleed it, keep these niggas heated

I don’t do reservations I walk in and get seated

Best believe it this harlem kids the meanest

Trippy stickin’ at the table smell the smoke but they don’t see it