Picture me, that cat who be killin em pests
bitin my recipes for riches, I can't even rest,
always final examinin anybody tryna test;
I'd be bored if the bank didn't keep my interest,
stinkin rich, have you thinkin i get cavity checks
and u *****es see the future in me like a pregnancy test.
Paid to run the street like a toll road
Two left feet still steppin your toes,
steppin to your ho like "step into the Rolls"
and she blow in the dark 'cause she's not for show,
am I callin again? babey no, fo sho.
I only jam at places where they're processin dough.