If peter piper pecked em I betcha biggie bust em

He probably tried to fuck him I told him not to trust him

Lyrically I dust em off like Pledge

Hit hard like sledge hammers bitch with that platinum grammer

I am a diamond cluster hustler

Queen bitch supreme bitch

Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch

Murder scene bitch

Clean bitch disease free bitch

Check it I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's

Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them?

Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen

Straight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostle

Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?

Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta

nobody do it better

Bet cha I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons

Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons

Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's here

Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear

Frank fill niggaz lives for one point five

While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive

The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em

Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without Predium

I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch



Who you lovin who you wanna be huggin

Roll with niggaz that be thuggin, buggin

In the tunnel in Eso's

Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino

On a mission for the lucci creno

I used to wear Mossino, but every bitch got it

Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted

C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer

you think you greater, uh

(You niggaz got some audacity

You sold a million now you half of me

Get off my dick, kick it bitch)

Check my pitch, or send it puss in a

And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds

I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot

With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock

Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales

Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags

Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team

Shit's straight like nine fifteen, knahmean?

Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit

Flossin my rolex rich

Shit, I'ma stay that bitch