Make Me Some Toast (RIP Dolla)

I like this beat so I'ma leap on it Just won 5 stacks playing Wii bowling We on, we owners, and we own it Got your girl with me and boy is she rolling You ain't smoking what we smoking Blowing presidential, keep dro, that regular we veto it A beast homie, a street poet I been listening, a lot of y'all sound kind of Lito-ish You motherfuckers better man up I'm just sitting here celebrating a fucking hundred grand month Let the courts pop, let the rubberbands bust Let a witness get gunned down when he stand up Bad news on the tube, so I change the station Can't seem to get that rumor off me that I'm gang-related Is he what, his label mates, is that why he don't hang with Baby Way before Champagne Crazy, I was making paper daily For the record, I'm unfuckwitable You're fucking with a nigga don't just spit, bitch I live it too Yes, I will get at you, yeah, if you play me close Then make a toast with your bitch after she makes me toast With my eggs and my orange juice I done fucked plenty rappers wives, I warned you Lito go ham, I was born to See it's simple, play with me then they mourn you I get my money out the streets like I was never signed Second best rapper where I'm from, awe, never mind The only one that every line, every rhyme, every time Kill that shit and act like I was never trying I ain't dissing, this the truth, you better know it They talking money in the booth, but never show it Who the fuck are you? You don't know Star That's not an old school, that's just an old car And I don't smoke Kools, but I smoke jar Shoot a nigga in the face and blame it on the bar Let's make this toast and hit the store, I need some more cigars She need some H2O, cause boy is she rolling hard Where I'm from, we say she twacked Cashville, where ten G's will get you jacked I hit a Nuvo, thought it was lean Then I spit that bullshit out like it was listerine She's talking to me, but I ain't listening But she be shining with the head, yeah, something like Mr. Clean I can toast to that We getting money, how we supposed to act GRIND HARD