| Aight now I’m tryin to get this money man | 
| We gotta, get this plan, we gotta make this shit happen right man | 
| Knahmsayin? | 
| Don’t fuck shit up Right? | 
| AIGHT? | 
| ! | 
| God damn! | 
| Oh shit man~! | 
| All because of cash | 
| Fuck, now I’m mashin on the gas | 
| Left a nigga with a gash | 
| This is worse than the last | 
| Man still chasin rainbows now I’m in the 8th position | 
| Feelin mad stressed, stuck up on a mission wishin | 
| I took a different route, drinkin on Guinness Stout | 
| (Man the cops is comin we 'bout to go to jail!) | 
| Fuck that, I gotta be out | 
| No time to chicken out, all I want to see’s my clout | 
| Then I go diggin out my honey, celebratin 'til she out | 
| I got a fatality and this bitch 'bout to rat on me Plus I got this gat on me Blood all splat on me, I fucked up his anatomy | 
| This bitch is 'bout to rat on me, plus I got this gat on me | 
| (Ay! Somebody’s home! Ay) | 
| (Ay somebody told me Miss Johnson ratted you better split) | 
| Knew it, knew it, knew shit wouldn’t work | 
| Fuck out this motherfucker | 
| Chasin rainbows, adrenaline pumpin | 
| Pimpin, drug dealin, gun runnin plus body dumpin | 
| Hebron pumpin in my arm for the next heist | 
| But I gotta pop lips, even though she looks nice | 
| Or else I’m a pay the price, gotta get an alibi | 
| Chasin rainbows, where the rain in my hair flows | 
| Hell if I, get taken out by some chickenhead, honeydip | 
| Over some dough and some Gucci, watch money flip | 
| Honey slip, I’m a lie, and say, it was Slick | 
| And if not Slick then it was probably Eric | 
| That’s what I’m gon’have to do And that’s word on my crew, but if she don’t fall for it | 
| I’m a go Chuck Norris and be out with Horace | 
| Before the cops come for us — run, Forrest | 
| Forrest, run, hurry, try! | 
| Haul ass nigga | 
| Fuck |