text: Yeah, yeah, yeah
  And Im the best motherfucking rapper man , you know
  Ayy
  And true story, too, by the way
  Firzt on the track 
  Everythings a true story 
  I had my mind on the milli
  I went and copped a Cuban from Shyne out in Philly
  I went broke and sold it, mad that I did it
  Flew out to Cali, got bags and I sent em
  Ever fall off, get some change from a freak 
  We leavin stains on the sheets 
  You might wanna change up yo keys 
  I got yo bitch name on the leash 
  She tryin to send me the addy
  She think Ima pull up and fuck her to sleep 
  I put this shit on the box
  Now her grandmama high cause I sent her a P 
  I put my bitches to work 
  Ask her what you do for me 
  She like when I lift up her skirt 
  Bend her over we fuck on the sink 
  Her mama came, knocked on the door, she said she gotta pee
  She had too much to drink 
  I had to hide in the shower
  And thats when I found out her mama a freak 
  She came and sat on the toilet
  And pulled out her phone but aint lift up the seat 
  I saw her play with that pussy 
  Holding a picture of me 
  I had my mind on the milli
  I went and copped a Cuban from Shyne out in Philly
  I went broke and sold it, mad that I did it
  Flew out to Cali, got bags and I sent em
  Ever fall off, get some change from a freak 
  We leavin stains on the sheets 
  You might wanna change up yo keys 
  I got yo bitch name on the leash 
  I had this lil ho from the city, she really went with it
  Stay down like a G 
  I gave her way too much salt
  Now she fuck with a nigga that play in the league 
  I put a hoe through the most 
  I make a pretty bitch leave 
  I might end up playin with you 
  Cause you aint gonna be playin with me 
  I used to fuck with a bitch that aint even pay 
  Rent she be stayin for free 
  I asked to pay a lil bill
  She act like I told her to jump in the sea 
  Like I told her go get a rope 
  Tie it around both yo feet 
  Tie up that rope to a brick 
  Bend you ass over and leave 
  I had my mind on the milli
  I went and copped a Cuban from Shyne out in Philly
  I went broke and sold it, mad that I did it
  Flew out to Cali, got bags and I sent em
  Ever fall off, get some change from a freak 
  We leavin stains on the sheets 
  You might wanna change up yo keys 
  I got yo bitch name on the leash