No Favors

Top notch players, rhyme sayers
 Nigga we don't do favours, you gotta pay us
 Ten thousand (more), twenty thousand (more)
 Thumbing through hundreds, can't stop counting
 Drug money (drugs), ho money (hos)
 Whatever as long as it's your money
 Get off my corner, this grow money
 You can't sell around here, you get no money
 Fuck a- ah
 I was told to walk with Jesus, I spark with the heaters
 I talk to the non-believers through the speakers
 Either get in line or get low
 I get in shorty's mind, turn a square into a ho
 I fuck with real players that sniff blow and get dough
 Turned from a rapper to a pimp, I'm a schizo
 Superman without the krypto, you get no love
 I tip toe let the fifth blow slugs
 I put mink on the rug, 'chilla on my back
 My hand around her throat till she deliver me a stack
 Where my real niggas at?
 I figure that my fanbase push Cadillacs, nothin but MACs
 Weight holders and money folders surrounded by soldiers
 I never sober cause I know I ain't living to be much older
 I'm so colder, you're so over
 My flow's nova, you're like the dirt on my shoulder
 Brush it off
 Sauce Money, mum's the word, I just come to serve
 All of a hundred birds
 You run with herbs, my thugs elite
 Hold your block down, when I squeeze you hug the street
 All that ride talk'll get you is homicide chalk
 And candles when you kiss that sidewalk
 I'm a don with a plan that disappears at night like Akon with a tan
 Stacks in the palm of my hand
 Competition wishing they me
 I did in one hour what took them till day three
 Nigga my fan base is the AC
 [?] I taste lately, money make me feel like I'm 8'3"
 Sitting on cash is how you pay me
 There's no wonder that you feel that you ain't me