Burn Rubber Freddie Gibbs

[Intro]
It's about family and uh, stacking up this paper
That's what it's really about, what up?
If I wasn't rapping, I'd still be doing this old shit here
Y'know, this ain't nothin' but materialistic
Y'now, knowledge is power

[Verse 1]
Yeah, straight from the tippy-top
Ghetto nigga flip flop at the Bentley lot
Duffle bag, boy, up on that 250 yacht
Finna rain on these hoes with the drippy-drop
Yeah, ride with the semi cocked
Hit a lick at the bus on the rent-a-cop
They know nigga flip-flop at the Bentley lot
Finna rain all these hoes with the drippy-drop
Nigga, whip the pot, nigga, whip the butter
Finna hop in that foreign and burn rubber
AMG, put the kit on that mothafucka
I might trick a few dollars, but I don't love her (yeah)
I don't got time for bitches
Go backstage at my show there's a line of bitches
Black, Latino and white, it's all kind of bitches
Nigga, might catch a case, never mind them bitches
Never mind them hoes, never mind them haters
They gon' smile in your face and say "fuck you" later
Grab my fork and my scale and my calculator
You can't touch me like Hammer, I'm touchin' paper (yeah)
Copped a mansion on the acres, my shit on a mountain so fuck a neighbor
Got my fork and my scale and my calculator
You can't touch me like Hammer, I'm touchin' paper