Lyrics:

When it come to that paper I be dead ass serious
My drive way look like the fast and the furious
My Bitch say why you be so mutha fuckin' serious
'Cuz I ain't got time for bullshit period
When it come to my niggas I be dead ass serious
When it come to my skrilla I be dead ass serious
Catch me speedin in traffic and smokin on that killa shit
I'm always spendin money every other day I'm at the dealer ship
Just another day a nigga gettin paid
I been sellin peas since the 10th grade
Nigga you bitch made, I'm self made
Had mo money than the principle in the 12th grade
Aye, I feel like Cube, today was a good day
You ever made a 100k
Off of 2 plates
Rubber band it up and send that shit back to the bay