Tentando Sair do Gueto

Bitch, I'm thinking about the money
I know these bitches want a real guy
I'm trying to get out of the ghetto
My Glock is 17, but the clip is huge
Drill this, drill that

I see them talking about me all the time
I married the money, that's true love
She asked me why my eyes are so red
Smoking so much, like, this shit cost a fish
He got out of the Celta, I'll get out of the Mercedes
I'll target this guy, he'll turn into a net
My Sig Sauer will talk to him
These guys testing me, I'll lose my clean record

(I'll shoot them) Jump on top of that idiot
Kill his cousin, leave the coffin closed
I have contacts in my neighborhood
This Ferragamo is expensive
What's the point if my pants are down there?

My bitch sits hard
Her pussy crushed my Lacoste
But what a huge pussy
Her ass didn't even fit in the shorts
Bitch, I'm thinking about the money
I know these bitches want a real guy
I'm trying to get out of the ghetto

My Glock is 17, but the clip is huge
Drill this, drill that
I see them talking about me all the time
I married the money, that's true love
She asked me why my eyes are so red