OJ

What you know 'bout champagne every night

Bad bitches everywhere, Barry White

Hit the things, I could bury white

Countin’ up a million dollars every night

Hit the mall blow a four way

Kinda hard when you’re sleeping on Dolce

Wake up drinkin Rose

Killin’ that white bitch, OJ

Smokin that exotic, ridin' that foreign

Million dollar round trippin’, I ain't talkin' bout touring

Yeah, countin’ money til ya boring

Man fuck that shit (Jizzle where you goin’)

Flat screens on the wall, nigga Imax

Michael Turners on deck, nigga half backs

Dirty white bitch, yeah that Kat Stacks

We don’t sleep round here, we take cat naps

Wesley Snipes motherfucka this the money train

Swear the work came faster than the money came

Sometimes the money be faster than the cars is

If the feds ain't watching then them broads is

Could end any day and you know better

Now you watch the frito lay, yeah you know cheddar

Double bags at the spot, luggage in the place

Louie V on deck, luggage on my waist

I woke up sayin’ I ain't drinking no more

Same night in the spot drinkin’ Coco

Loso, bad bitch think she know so

Got a man cuffin’ nigga think he popo

She tryna go below the belt, thinkin’ low blow

I’m thinking oh yeah, he thinkin’ oh no

I’m on my high horse nigga, thinking Polo

Got the nine on me so I think I’m Romo

Uh, I’m about that life nigga

Bring you in the game, let you meet my wife nigga

Married to this shit, asking am I getting cheddar now

They say I do, like a motherfucking wedding vow

That AirTran, we flying for cheap

And you niggas sleepin’ on me, hope you die in your sleep

OJ, yeah probably don’t get it

I’m the best that ever did it and got away with it

You could tell he gettin' money and every nigga with ‘em

The gloves don’t fit him so they gotta acquit him

Ain't nobody seen it, but everybody heard it

The whole town hatin’, they waitin’ on a verdict

Tell ‘em niggas pop off, I’m waitin on a drop off

And I ain't leaving the block 'til I knock the whole box off

Yeah taking care of the whole fam

Bought the Porsche gave the M to my old man

More money more problems, more grams

More real estate, more land

At fight night I be ringside

I let them things fly, just put 1.5 under my king size

I look at the world through a king's eyes

I was born to spit bars and sling pies

I ain't wealthy yet but I’m quite rich

I just gotta keep killin’ that white bitch