I want nice things Wrist shining embezzled With vanilla ice cream Yeah I got a street team They was charging up the ops You swear we was playing hoop dreams I'm cut throat with it You can take your comments And I'mma tell you where to stick it Ey I'm too sick with it You know what I mean When I say gotta go get it Yeah Im an Independent artists With a sweet tooth hustle Green on my mind like some vegan shit I'm always gaining up muscles She got a name on her shirt With a monogram that spells ELOW on it I told her read loud She's was hooked on phonics Look I'm flyer outta range like I'm too far Spend one night with me I'll make you into a true star I can telescope When I'm Getting head inside of a blue car Bust one in her mouth She say I taste like rhubarb I aiming down the barrel In a pool full of sharks Cause I'm on top like a pharaoh They was mad cause I stuffed them Back inside the tank like I'm Carol I was just Baskin it Drizzle it with a little Robinson You're just asking to get it I see them get real nervous As I'm waving around a Smith and Wesson Understand I got them stressing I'm about to teach them a lesson On my move with tracks I stayed coded You check my progression Don't make me pull the bake potato out Fully loaded Unpack that bitch in a bag After class imma tell and show it Smoke this joint up And I'm not passing the L When I blow it Cause I'm too strong with the Cent And Ya bitch knows it I want nice things Wrist shining embezzled With vanilla ice cream Yeah I got a street team They was charging up the ops You swear we was playing hoop dreams I'm cut throat with it You can take your comments And I'mma tell you where to stick it Ey I'm too sick with it You know what I mean When I say gotta go get it Yeah My mama says my attitude is too nicey My girl says my style is too dicey My kids say my rhymes are too spicy And if we talking money My Nigga I am too pricey I want princess cut sprinkle in a few baguettes Watch me brighten up the room With the smoke call me a cigarette I'll pop your top with the tab When I grip the soda can Have you running out To see what's popping off It's just the boogeyman I'm pushing like the engine that could Nigga I know I can I got them hoes screaming out my name Like a devoted fan I tell 'em hop in the mini van Im equipped with secret weapons Get strapped up together We rolling out as a caravan Piece around my neck shines More gold than Yucatán (You can tan) They heard me leaking out the tank Go grab a dripping pan I got a Peter Parker rescue plan Meaning Imma stick to making money off the web Despite her man (Spider-Man) I want nice things Wrist shining embezzled With vanilla ice cream Yeah I got a street team They was charging up the ops You swear we was playing hoop dreams I'm cut throat with it You can take your comments And I'mma tell you where to stick it Ey I'm too sick with it You know what I mean When I say gotta go get it Yeah All jokes aside You know I ain't being funny Business on my mind I'm talking about money They can't reach me So them niggas run from me All because I am all about my money