Dead Man Walking

Bitch, where my motherfucking sack?

Why them twenties in the front?

Why the hundreds in the back?

Show me what you got, bring it back

For some cash, I'm a self made prodigy

I look like a bag

I'm a fuckin' millionaire

I mean it, I'ma put a bitch on front street if you don't believe it

Ask your motherfuckin' friends, I'ma do it

I'm that **** with the AK, I'ma shoot it

I got bitches who in love like I'm cupid

If a **** cross me up, on my mother, boy, he stupid

Yeah

Dead man walking

Chalk tape posin', Grand Am skrrt-in'

Bad bitch, big booty and she twerkin'

Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm while you stalkin'

Twerkin' off a side kick like I'm Robin

Dick have a mornin' till the neighbors come a'knockin'

Only time a **** sweat when a **** joggin'

I can't take advice from someone who got it clockin'

Dubs on Fendi, got two bendy's white and green

One Ferrari, all red like Supreme

Your bitch, I made love her for the team

Tried to crossed me out, do you know what that mean?

You a dead man walking

Chalk tape posin', Grand Am skrrt-in'

Bad bitch, big booty and she twerkin'

Ain't no flockin', I'm in Stockholm while you stalkin'