2000
 作词 : Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Richard Ortiz/Samuel Greenberg/Andrew John Deutsch Hamilton
 作曲 : Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Richard Ortiz/Samuel Greenberg/Andrew John Deutsch Hamilton
I was born in 2000, ****
Came from public housin', ****
Racks on racks, I got the money pilin', ****
No you gon' rat, he ain't gon' keep it silent, ****
Throw outside he gon' go tweet about it, ****
Racks on racks, yeah, I got that money pilin', ****
I knew Batman before I seen Cyrus, ****
Oh, you on protein, I'm on a lean diet, ****
You can't tell me about these drugs if you ain't try it, ****
Can't complain 'bout that weed if you ain't buy it, ****
Players only live once, I'm rockin' Polo
YVL, young vamp life, I got a vamp hoe
Told that bitch I'm from 2000 she said she from '94
Yeah, yeah, I'm a young, **** but my pockets old
Never lift the weights in my life but my pockets swoll
Oh, you wanna fade, fade away now your life gone
Shawty need a raise, I'm a tip her for the blow job
Get the **** out my way, I'm on the way to a billion dollars
When I made my first million I instantly got a million problems
Oh, you in your feelings, now you hatin' on a, ****, huh?
Can't rush mine can't go back and forth with no ****in' bum
Wastin' our time I swear this shit don't do me none
Met her online I'm tryin' to see what she gon' do for son
Compliment my chain, she told me to add links, just give me one
Compliment her how I told her I have the same condo
Me and my bitch on the same shit, we compliment each other
I'm with the squad, I'm with the gang, I'm in this bitch with my brothers
I pop pills, don't do cocaine I'm not nose stuffer
Pussy, **** talkin' shit bitch need a muzzle
I put that shit together my outfit a puzzle
She got on mink boots, I got on her body
My team can't play touchdown, won't need a huddle
Can't lay up after we ****, I don't want to cuddle
**** ain't havin' that much my money stretch from Georgia to Cali
Model bitch said she a ten, I sent that hoe to Bali
Free Homixide Mali they need to free all the reals
How you let your partner D-I-E and you ain't spin for him?
Hollywood bitch, yeah, she look like Kim
Ain't gotta say no names, no ****, no one **** with them
Told that hoe you trippin', just be five, I'm a come trim
He was turned up, then we turned him down, his light got dim