Blk Ferrari I Video (MV)

It's all about six figures
Shit, you ballin' if you got five figures

Niggas get me on camera and they ask me the dumbest questions
How many M's when you cut the check is the honest question
And why they givin' y'all the minimum in all they verses
We ridin' Ford F-150s, you ridin' Hearses

But since I'm here, I been buildin' stocks
And been buildin' flocks, and revealin' opps
As I watch the government watch the world die of famine
And eatin' Raisin' Canes while I'm watchin' Raising Kanan

And Rose ain't never been heartbroken by a broke bitch
I'm on some Alexander Wang shit, you on some Coach shit
And niggas ain't comin' up off no weight, niggas got CPN's
So when you really takin' risks, then you come see me, friend

High class livin', other niggas is moderate
As long as I'm livin', I'm supplying you with the hottest shit
Dead man walkin', better tell Brent
Money is the root of all evil and I'm hell bent

Once you caught in that water, you can't dive out it
You tellin' me your homie died and you ain't ride about it
I'm in that wide body, chains look like jailhousin
I'll be goddamned if I'm walkin' out with 12,000

Niggas say they hot, but who gon' take this shit the farthest
Comme Des Garcons, no you can't get this shit from Target
I'm where the guys at, smokin' God Pack
Leave a nigga leakin' on the pillow where he slob at

And make him slide back, 330i Beemer, yeah, I drive that
I'm really on point, niggas lookin' like, where the lob at
Find me up and fine luxurious penthousin
You tryna cop the crib, but I'm tryna cop the island

If you ain't what I'm on, stay off of this
Why them niggas come around actin' off as shit
Keep one up in the head, safety off as shit
Quick draw lights out, straight offin' shit

Got me prayin' to the ceiling
Now his mama cryin' cause I put him on some Gildan
Sorry for the loss, tell them niggas quit stealin
When shit get hot, In-N-Out, I'm still grillin

I'm a real baller, you a regular civilian
You talkin' bout a thousand, I'm tryna make a million
They wanna see me rollin', but this ain't no Coup DeVille and
The cops'll pull me over cause the top is too revealing

I can't put my guap up, my guap is my ho
And my ho go everywhere I go
And yeah, niggas know if the white stepped on when we trade blow
Nigga, we gon' trade blows
And that's the way it goes

Start to beat back, go harder
Birthed a lot of rap niggas, I'm a whole father
Came up out the curtains like, you are the father
Niggas look up to me, woulda thought I was the carter

Niggas countin' quarters, I don't even bother
If you don't want beef, nigga, tell me what you ordered
And I'm rappin' like I came out the Melpomene
With so much self-esteem, I stay talkin' shit

And don't be stupid cause I got this hit
Nigga, please don't run up in here, I got this stick
Just dropped a check at PNC, that ho just hit
And a bitch gon' forever miss what she can't get

Somebody tell these young niggas stop braggin' alone
On their Instagram just draggin' along
Cause when them niggas see you, then they grabbin' they homes
Kick down the front door, now they bask in your home

A nigga coulda quit, I still held on
What the f*ck you doin' when cards get dealt wrong
And I'm in that red Testarossa jammin' OG Gladys
Me and my homie Skrilla finally reached OG status

And you don't wanna start me
Honey, the paramedics will be here shortly
Took the top off, wonderin' how I drop this shit
I pop this shit, they wonderin' how I got this shit

And stop buyin' stocks, you know it bake slow
You either after cheese- the queso or get the cake slow
Officials all up in the field tryna stop the base load
But I'm a G, I used to bring the P's by the caseload

My nigga how you in the hood and your crib got a Picasso
Coulda got that shit from Costco as far as I know
And if it wasn't for the rap music, where would I go
Probably out here playin' stepdaddy with some jive hoes

F*ck a pig, state trooper, but they can die slow
How you want it? To the face or gut? High or low
All I want is money, Had to get that shit the fastest
It's either you get rich or it's ashes to ashes

Black Ferrari 1

Y'all sorry, you know that
Each one weaker than the last
Jerome, his nephew's bitch
Nephew, pussy whipped by some trick that's takin' orders from me

Lil Leon
My sister carved your man homie up
Like a f*ckin' Christmas ham
And you ain't do shit