Rolling $tone Rob $tone

[Intro]
Uhm-hmm, yeah

[Verse 1]
Back up, ho back up
I fuck a check up then stack up
I'm bout my money, no answers
For all these questions they askin'
I see these cameras, they flashin'
I fucked your bitch cause I'm handsome
I check ya later, I'm dashin'
In alligators, I pass up
I get my cash up, my cash up
Now runnin' bands up them bands
And my chain just glisten on camera
I still ain't picked up the fat one
When I need these people to back up
Go make a nigga just act up
I cheese for cameras to gather
I kick my feet up in traffic
Give me all my space, just give me room bitch
And if you niggas got a problem make a move bitch
See how the copy make copies
These paparazzi keep watchin'
I'm off the chain, I keep flossin'
Make people want me, they haunt me
Watch me keep tauntin', go walkin'
Still take a bitch like it's nothin'
I think they want me, they want me
Still ain't got me, still plottin'
Please keep the leeches up off me
Please keep the trees in your pockets
Please keep your knees, know you want me
But I do me so keep walkin', yeah