I swear to Lord, same dudes use to laugh at me

See me in the CL6 with half a bead

They know that money begets money so naturally,

Me, I have to blow a couple stacks, hassle free

I'm like fuck ya'll haters on behalf of me

Cause I could flood the city with a staff of three

I'm talkin me and two partners in that caprice

With no copies made, I got the master keys

And fast cars, fast women, fast cash, and c.r.e.a.m

Commode you rappers like plasticine

I have the dream, but dawg, me and success are two things you don't wanna find yo ass between

Back against the wall like plasma screens

The inside of my wallet is pastured green

And you are now hangin with the asthma team

Sweetie catch your breath while I smash the scene

I should leave earth, nothin left to do here

Everyday is Christmas and every night is New Years

Say whatever, I never been concerned about who hears

Call my town Sparta and I'm comin with two spears

I'm tellin you dawg, always got the spring collection in fall

I run my bill up makin executive calls

And with me, women be bulidin these skeptical walls

But once you've slept with one dime, man you've slept with 'em all

Family, money, and music is all I ever knew

My necklace suffer from depression, it's forever blue

Cheer up baby you don't see all this revenue?

I started the game at level two

I'm sayin, stop actin like teen girls are my only market

I parallel to fly and spurk, Tony Barket

And it's cool if you spill something, it's only carpet

That's why I get my interior color only dark shit

Toronto's where you livin today, then you ain't makin records that people are driven to play

I would advise you to really make a move sooner than later

Cause these are only the joints that I'm givin away, you feel me?