Lemme stand up in that p*ssy like I'm on a ladder

Beat that thang up sideways, up down and backwards

I just get that head and get ghost, they should call me Casper

I got that money on my mind, if it ain't bout money it don't matter

Real stand up nikka, no comedy

Everywhere these bytches see us man I swear that they runnin

Too bossed up and I can't look back, I can't run out no money

And I give back to my hood and my homies passin out hunnids

That's what we call payin homage

Bet that open verse was for Gotti 

It sounds like "she gotta love him, Peter Griffin" but I could be wrong