Verse 1: [F. Mills]
I get so many damn questions
Never one to stop and make confessions
Counting cash from all of my investments
Never one to stop a n***a blessings
Getting calls from Jay, like Mills
You killin shit til daylight, Bills
Flipping shit, the hates like real
Whipping whips no slave right here
You get hit for that talk
You get chips for that walk girl
I plead the fifth on them charts
She squeeze my lips on them yachts
Silent in interviews
I never get into feuds
You n***as figure the more bullshit you into
The more good shit it gets you
Never been my way
But fuck it if it fits you
Then ensue
My sword sharpened like ginsus
Lean with Trek shit who against you?
Seen the effects of what it gets you
If it ain't respect, then it's an issue
We on they neck, shit it's official
We get checks who gon frisk who?
From Midwest on out to Frisco
Look what I give you