That Veeze flow on Richard Flair
Ninety-nine bytches and I ain't got one problem
nikka, watch your mouth, they gon' tear shyt up about me
p*ssy was so good, I damn near cuffed up a thottie
Sacrifice so much and still ain't seen Illuminati
Louis bomber, you don't see an LV on it
Hop out, knock a bytch out, should change my name to Goldie
Money in the wall, it's gettin' old, that shyt done molded
Keep your guards up, keep it loaded, keep it on you
Steak 'n Shake, crushin' mushrooms, I'm a stoner
Look like I'm in a box in the Range, shyt, I'm homeless
