text: The devil in my eyes, know what Im saying?
  From the city, servin iron, no way
  Nah, nah
  Aint no way, no way, no way
  Fish bowl, send shots
  Bend blocks, send em back 
  Earthquakes and ceiling cracks 
  All my niggas into that
  You send a shot, we send it back
  All facts, no cap 
  Put my hat to the back 
  A hundred thousand in the bag
  Look, eleven dollars an hour aint enough to live 
  So Ima go in every store and Ima swipe this shit 
  They tryna lock a nigga up and Im like, "Fuck a pig" 
  Cause either way, mommy gon still love her kid 
  I just did twenty from the city they like who is you? 
  A lotta niggas talkin shit that they dont really do 
  Im bout to turn my Air Force 1s into a Gucci shoe 
  Im bout to turn my Timberlands into a Yeezy boot 
  My president black, bandana is blue 
  Diamonds hittin, got me glistenin like I came out the pool
  Im so exotic, like I came out the zoo 
  But I shot out the coupe 
  Got the scope with a clear eye view, woo
  My boy Swizz hit me up Im like, "Hallelujah" 
  They know Ima do you, aimin for medulla
  Turn my blunt Medusa 
  Cooler than a cooler 
  Ruger with Ruger 
  A shooter with a shooter 
  A 100k all in a day 
  50 for the lawyer, 50 for the safe 
  Bear Heasy the renty Im like, "Why wait?" 
  We the hottest in the city and the tristate
  Look, the Woo is bout to raise the crime rate 
  I just pulled up to your block in a i8 
  Strapped, and Im ready, she want it in her belly 
  Then all I gave her was a glass and some Henny
  Natural steak I put you on a plate
  And we dont do it on the net we do it face to face
  But if you talkin on that net I put you on your face 
  Cartiers and Pierres for a week straight 
  But if you lookin for me you know where Im at 
  No more hot dogs, only steak and mash 
  I got like a hundred guns in the stash 
  Never went to school, huh, but I always passed 
  Money, money, money , bitches, bitches, bitches 
  All these fucking killers, but the jails full of snitches 
  A dollar aint got a fucking thing to do with riches
  Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is 
  Money, money, money , bitches, bitches, bitches 
  All these fucking killers, but the jails full of snitches 
  A dollar aint got a fucking thing to do with riches
  Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is 
  When the dog get hungry, the dog gon eat
  Thats when I slide my plate right under a nigga feet
  Like the lines in the road, I get down in the street
  Come through like "brrap," put them cats to sleep
  Stay with the heat, cook niggas , shook niggas 
  Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook niggas 
  We off the hook, nigga , everybody strip 
  Everybody get down cause my niggas flip 
  On Jake niggas, fake niggas, snake niggas 
  Make niggas rape niggas, I hate niggas 
  Talking that riff-raff, get back 
  They call me "Extortion", nigga, I get half 
  Money, money, money , bitches, bitches, bitches 
  All these fucking killers, but the jails full of snitches 
  A dollar aint got a fucking thing to do with riches
  Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is 
  Money, money, money , bitches, bitches, bitches 
  All these fucking killers , but the jails full of snitches 
  A dollar aint got a fucking thing to do with riches
  Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is