Master P KAYTRAMINÉ (Ft. Big Sean & Jazz Cartier)

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Look, last time I checked, I was way too paid (Yeah)
The food that we eatin' is, of course, gourmet (Yeah)
I used to sip Jarritos every goddamn day (Yeah)
Now I'm in the Swiss Alps sippin' champagne (Yeah)
Ice in my veins, gettin' top in the Range (Yeah)
No, this not a hotel, this a chalet (Yeah)
My pinky up 'cause I paid a lot for this ring (Yeah)
Studio time paid with Buffalo Exchange (Uh-huh, uh)
Basically I'm sayin' I came a really long way
Y'all niggas better watch your mouth
That pillow talk is out, we don't respect it
Bask in my blessings, so I'm never really jealous
Y'all ain't knockin' down doors
Y'all just sneakin' through the crevice
Been overzealous
Knock it out the park, I don't know what a "L" is
A lot of "Blah-blah," and I don't buy what you sellin'
We go where the check is
Y'all boys ain't shit, and ain't shit you can tell us
Can't beef with niggas that's not in my tax bracket
All you niggas bums, stop sniffin' that Cate Blanchett
Talkin' like they gon' pop, but they still local
Adam click mute when these niggas get vocal
I'm a deadbeat dad, so my sons want attention
Daddy don't care, I ain't Eddie to these children
Still goin' up like a flight that's ascending
I'm Big Daddy Kane, bitch, ain't no half steppin' (No half steppin')