[Chorus]

It ain't over 'til I say that shit is over

Pull up in a Benz, all green, four-leaf clover

Niggas talkin' dumb, that shit is over

I'm smokin' hella loud, I'm never sober

Twelve behind me, I got shit up in this car, fool

Foot'll press the gas, I ain't never pullin' over

[Verse 1]

And I ain't got no time for that weak shit

With my brodie, we gon' fuck up the weekend

Hide in the back room, see you this evenin'

Rolled up a joint to the face, now I'm geekin'

Do you fuck with me, or is you fuckin' with policemen?

Whole quarter pound of gas, I don't need friends

Open up the laptop and secure the bag

That's the one and only motherfuckin' mission

Get the money, only God as my witness

[Verse 2]

I told her, "I'm gon' get a bag"

Empyre up on my jeans, shirt hangin' up off my ass

Niggas always cappin' now, niggas always cappin', that's gon' get em whacked

Knife up on my belt, got a shotgun in the back

I don't wanna do it, I don't wanna use it

I don't wanna pull it out, twist it, and abuse it

I finessed him and that pussy nigga clueless

Said you wanna kill me, let's get to it

Pull that trigger, nigga, I know you can do it

Show you hard, I really know you wanna prove it

Everybody with me fuck with drug usage

I'm just takin' tokes and I'm makin' hella music

And if you got a stash, then, nigga, move it

Let me know where that cash at, where the tools is

[Outro]

I'm gettin' money, that bitch don't want me

Count up the fetty, nothing ain't get me