Niggas In Paris

[Verse 1] Ball so hard, muthafuckas wanna fine me These niggas can’t find me, cause I’m probably in the air Cuttin’ through the clouds in a Lear G-5′in Bitch nigga, we mobbin’ Rich nigga, we buyin’, any bitch we wanna And it go ‘room when I hit that corner in a batmobile Trap for real, bullets hit ya head, make ya head go still Niggas always ask why you rap so real Cause I be in the trap sellin’ crack on pills Got them racks on ill, money so sick I don’t give a fuck who you run and go get Ross bought a boat cause I wanna go fish With his all yellow Rollie got these niggas so pissed Shittin’ on these niggas where my toilet Jordan’s, you ain't never seen ‘em cause I’m ballin’ Boy the shit I'm spitting be so retarded Cause I don’t even write I’m just recording Got an AP, Rolex, Cartier to the Hublot I ain't even have to hit the bank I bought this shit from a few shows, with a new ho in my view so Beautiful, I see a few hoes Anchorman, that forecast I say it’s coming and they move the snow Ha, got a young bitch look like Nicki tho (Nicki tho) I said could ya keep a secret just like Vicki tho I let her sip Ciroc and hit the sticky tho Told her she can kiss my neck but just don’t give me no hickies ho Cause my baby momma be trippin’ All these wheels I be whippin’ All this paper I be gettin’ I be dunkin on ‘em: Blake Griffin Nigga, I got now, you got no! No W’s for the loser’s tho All this ice like a jewelry show Ride through slow like a funeral Look at my neck, take a look at my wrist Look at my pockets, take a look at my bitch Let me take ‘em way back Thinkin' like ’86, all eyes on me When I step up in the club I'm feelin’ like Rich Porter that is, I slaughter that bitch Don’t touch that work, I order that shit I wouldn’t give a damn, what corner that is If they cop that work, I'm goin’ to that bitch Wit’ a whole sack, no rap, weed, pills, dope, crack Drop it right on ‘em like "hold that" Feds takin’ pictures like Kodak Tappin’ my phone, watching my home They watchin’ me and I’m watching the throne? She suckin’ me and I’m watching the dome Perc in my system and I’m in the zone, yeah, I’m gettin’ gone Phantom, Ghost, like I'm chasin' Pacman All this money on my mind, you see it in my catscan Nigga