| I came in this world by myself, so I don’t need no friends |
| I’d rather have it this way, it’s okay — it’s okay |
| You muh’fuckers gon' re-spect me |
| 'Cause I can take you off here today |
| I’d rather have it that way, it’s okay — it’s okay |
| Uhh |
| I’m on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera |
| Too many niggas is dyin', I’m spendin' time with my grandma |
| A hundred grand in the safe’s a hundred grand on your face |
| A million plus in the bank, will scuff in the paint (OH!) |
| You handcuffin' that bitch, she don’t wanna be wit’chu |
| All she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too |
| Sneak the heaters through, so we can party good |
| Grandson of Edith Rue, ballin' out in Hollywood |
| The Boy Wonder will unravel your team |
| I’m TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my karats are green |
| The buddha is purple, be rude and I hurt you |
| You’re movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials |
| Stadiums clubs, ladies and thugs, the hood to the burbs |
| I’m on the red carpet 'cause I’m good with my words |
| I’m ready for war and stackin' my chips, you flappin' your lips |
| You niggas ain’t even hood rich |
| I came in this world by myself, so I don’t need no friends |
| I’d rather have it this way, it’s okay — it’s okay |
| You muh’fuckers gon' re-spect me |
| 'Cause I can take you off here today |
| I’d rather have it that way, it’s okay — it’s okay |
| Keep your circle official, watch the niggas that’s wit’chu |
| Outsiders’ll get you, hot shit in your tissue |
| All I need is my figures, I ain’t stressin' no hoe |
| Ridin' 'round with my niggas, hand crushin' that 'dro |
| 50 made me a star, now they know who we are |
| Out on top of the charts, your condo is my car |
| Income is my chain, stash box is my watch |
| I’m fairly new in the game, I ain’t passin' the rock |
| All I’m sensin' is hate, ever since I been straight |
| 'Cause they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs on they plate |
| And I’m strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine |
| Gather up on a nigga, I ain’t rappin' no line |
| Keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin' mine |
| You drop somethin' every year, flop all of the time |
| Stop makin' your records, I ain’t answerin' shit |
| Why don’t you get off my dick? (Bitch) |
| I came in this world by myself, so I don’t need no friends |
| I’d rather have it this way, it’s okay — it’s okay |
| You muh’fuckers gon' re-spect me |
| 'Cause I can take you off here today |
| I’d rather have it that way, it’s okay — it’s okay |
| It’s okay nigga, I don’t need no friends |
| I got money, ha ha ha |