Thousandair

Doughboyz cashout (4-1, you already know what it is)

What up chef (whats happenin' baby) (real street niggas)

My park street niggas (been gettin' money) (stand up)

Write movies in this muthafucka

Smokin' fire with a bad bitch that look like mya

Out of town with the weight, ronnie jackson the driver

Hit up neiman's at northland, and maybe stop and godiva

She a lier if she say she say she ain't fuck me she admire

My jewelry game pretty like chadha azure

Spark it up with anything, matches, candles, and lighters

Can't fuck with the stove, right now it's in motion

Pay whippin' the potion, the shit white as some lotion

Got her wet as the ocean, I'm swimmin' in it and strokin'

Now lil' nigga focused, cause we ridin' in this focus

The bag in the trunk, wa-lah, hocus pocus

All these bitches wanna know us, wanna fuck before we blow up

I put it on my chain she gon' suck me when I show up

Kush, baby roll up, ciroc made her throw up

We never gave hope up, just give us the work

Money counters and scales, and we gon' have the streets sold up

I'mma thousandair, with a million dollar brain

A icy ass watch and a chunky ass chain

Pushin' whips through the slums

Blowin' kush, switchin' lanes

They like "how you got that chain?" (bitch I got it off the cain')

I'mma thousandair, with a million dollar brain

A icy ass watch and a chunky ass chain

Pushin' whips through the slums

Blowin' kush, switchin' lanes

They like "how you got that chain?" (bitch I got it off the cain')

Got loud on deck, gettin' wasted like a patient

My eyes so low, got me lookin' like a asian

Pockets on tilt nigga fuck being patient

Fuck around and get killed trynna plot up on my paper

My whole crew take of money makers and some killers

You fuckin' with lions, tigers, bears, and gorillas

Part street nigga, everybody got loot

We the 95' bulls, everybody gon' shoot

Stacks in my levis, whippin' straight drop pies

Man I'm in the kitchen cookin' chickens like popeyes

Goose got me swervin, smokin' purple in my burban'

Chef and them cashout boys, that's for certain

Bowls of the kush, I don't smoke the reggie bush

My big homie jig told me "nigga push, nigga push!"

Heavy on the liquor, throwin' hundreds at the strippers

And every bad bitch need a park street nigga

Lookin' through my louie frames, sittin' in the coupe

Used to be a snotty nose nigga, sittin' on the stoop

My re-up was small, I used to fit it in my shoe

Now my bag come from cali, or I get it from a jew

We the truth, in the club, sippin' rosé til I puke

Blow my horn at yo bitch, now she blowin' on my flute

God forbid, if I ever get jammed, I'm goin' mute

I'm from the city where the hoes set you up and niggas shoot

O.g's put me up on game a long time ago

Told my jeweler "with my next chain, I'm gon' blind a ho"

Always in the streets makin' moves, I ain't got time for hoes

Wake yo bitch up in my suite like "ho it's time to go"

4-1 Raised me, custos paid me

Narcs on they job, so how the fuck I'm gon' be lazy

It's the d boy, the wrong shit could get you killed

But at the same time the wrong shit could get you that scrill