Seven hundred on my neck
Producers given me all these blank checks
Ice so cold no need for A/C
Rollin’ up in my brand new rari
Own six houses down the block
I never messin’ with no glock
I got eight cars
Seven tickets to mars
Never runin’ out of bars
Can throw punches like Mayweather
Y'all kids thinking you clever
But ain't tryin to make your life better
Gotta make some rebels
Boy lower that trebel
Yo dog be lighter than a feather
Car seats don't even be leather
Shitty job won’t strive for better
Rise to the top or be poor forever
I got eight cars
Seven tickets to mars
Never runin’ out of bars
Can throw punches like Mayweather
Y'all kids thinking you clever
But ain't tryin to make your life better
From the projects to a fleece
Now i'm makin so much guala
My Mercedes aint on lease
Kids be dying of disease
Six cheese burgers can't give them a piece
Could I get some amoxicillin, yo this missin' the cheese
