The Pulitzer

Uh, uh

Huh

Check

They can't believe that them n!ggas returned

We the one that the b!tches prefer

In the club, we party until we get sweaty

In her eyes, I can see that lil’ mama been ready

Hold my d!ck, doin' biz with Liz Claiborne

Politics, I been rich, so I can pay for it

Doctor J in the bank, scorin' title in the paint

Ray Kroc on my block, double cup my purple drank

They watchin’ me close, even readin' my lips

Bussin' the .45, then I'm pleadin' the fifth

And I'm leavin' as if that's a meeting I missed

Such a wonderful time, even blew ’em a kiss

Timbaland rich, two-fifty a beat

You should see his new crib, even came with a street

Still be touchin’ the white, talkin' that Bubba Sparxxx

It got a double R on it if it’s one of ours

Run along, boy, if you don't want a war

I got a prize, motherfxcker, it's the Pulitzer

Woop, woop

It's pharaoh dinero

They say that the floor is facetious

Fat boy just keep fillin’ the bleachers

Went from sellin' yayo with the nosebleeds

Young n!ggas only got rich with the wrong things

I'm thankful for melodies that the song bring

Rhymin' longer than prison sentences in New Orleans

My n!gga did a dub, now he at the fed

Sh!t, it's hard to feel the love when you takin' meds

Them Percocets, they heavy on the ledge

Twenty million cash, yes, that's called success

Thousand acres, my own metropolis

And he still hustle with dominance

N!ggas fake and I can tell by the pics

Instagram should take down your page for all those counterfeits

Gettin' money, it's still Boobie gang

No colors, no flags, just let the toolie bang