I done heard this shit

You wanna know what the fuck I heard bitch?

I heard you wanna carbon copy me

Not possible to succeed.

Bustin nigga's kneecaps cuz greed is fuckin wit weed

Gimme more cheddar than Ellie

No Hillbilly from Beverly

Heavely sedated still hated and Rated R

You the next victim and if you flinch you fall

I got that sure shot method Guaranteed to make a nigga pause.

Peep the Cars I'm in.

Uncountable amount of Benjamin's, Benzes for all my friends

If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin no fucking sense

Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit

Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory

Unloaded at the end of the story,

I'm on top of the world, nigga...

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Sittin on top of the world

Sittin on top of the world

With 50 grand in my hand

Steady puffin on a blunt

Sippin hennessy and coke,

Gimme what you won't.

Sittin on top of the world

Sittin on top of the world

With my legs swingin, jewelry jingling baby

Go head baby.

Lemme hit you with some real PUMP PUMP

It's the number one contender

So So Def memeber known as Brat

Girlfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm all that

Krystal in my lap, chronic chokin me

Nigga's hopin we fall off

But we won't, we don't.

All we do is keep fuckin it up.

While all you do is keep lookin at us.

Known evidence is that I dispense hits

And make more house quakes than Prince leavin mother fuckers dense

One of the baddest bitches on the planet.

Act like you know it's the funk bandit dammit, and you can't stand it.

You can run, but you can't hide

From this bad mannered individu-AL Gal from the West Side

Hit em up.

I can't quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich

Hung in your pants

Hotness from your bull-shit

And it's written all over your face

You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my place...

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Now best believe I got more Trix up my sleeve

Then that silly rabbit

All day dream about G's and how I gots to have it

Gotta weed habit, but I'm still on point,

one of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint.

It be the B-R-A-T, the mind blower,

The rough rhyme thrower, mother fuckers can't see

Riding drop top roadsters, fuck all that gold stuff

Only Triangles dangle when I bust.

You see, niggas round town called this and that,

Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack.

Dropped the album Funkdafied and they thought it was bold,

30 days later, the LP went gold, and I'm...

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