Don't give a fuck about bitches or n***as
I'm too busy countin' my figures
These bitches on me, they hopping like Tigger
They fuckin' me just for my figures
I told you I'm in it, lil' n***a I'm killing
You know that I ride with some killers
These bitches be up in their feelings
Like bitch get out your feelings
I scratch your bitch, I scratch her pussy
I guess I'm lottery winnin'
I feel like lottery ticket
I fuck your bitch for 60 seconds
That bitch paid me a million
I call it a Lottery Minute
I call it a Lottery Minute
Holy Calamity I fuck your bitch
She working out [?], call that insanity
I kill a n***a, that shit out the randomly
Bitch, I'm handsome, with a handgun
Need a ransom, uh, uh
Me and Mike P just pulled up inside a phantom, uh huh
I could make an opp go ghost, he Danny Phantom or somethin'
All I know is get this cash, they playing catch-up
Hit him in his face, face, he need backup
Spray 'em like some mace, mace
Get up out my face, face
Got your bitch, take a taste
I'm gon' fuck her face, face
In Chicago, I need [?] I'm goin' to the taste, taste
Paid a couple dollars for a ticket, ay