Stuntin like whatever
 

I'm about to fume like a flamin kawasaki dragon
Runnin wit ice under my feet spinnin like mike jackson
I got more subjects than a king and queen at a pagent
even in my dreams I'm fillin them crack packets
Look bra
I aint pullin up in ghosts for nothin
Unviel the tidiest rolls royce on the blocks I'm runnin
Yall be bummin outside wit the wendy's suits
I be comin to the club ridin in the wind wit a coupe
call me diamond joe how I put rocks under pressure
under the platinum and gold adams like uncle fester
I betcha the girl of my dreams will soon get captured
If I put a breeze to her hair then I fly the chick after
50 stacks of happiness for this rich brothas alive
If it was god that gave me my dough then I cant demise
Pushin jets over clouds above the utopia lands
Got more coverage wit dons than the Nokia fans