Testimony (feat. Boosie Badazz)

Lately I've been runnin' round chasin' millions
 Usually I be runnin' round chasin' women, hey
 But it's a lot of Os in the kitchen
 We got a lot sold, yeah, we get it
 You can't trust a soul in this business
 There a lot of fake love and pretendin'
 I swear I'm spent like a rose up in linens
 St crazy, could have had a role before 20
 This is a whole 'nother 20
 I love when that money talk to me
 Like your girl when we f*ck, she talk to me
 She love when I bite on that py
 If you searchin' for love, keep lookin'
 I'm so above these rookies, yeah
 I'm so above they lookin'
 Pour up and pour up a cup for your nigga
 Straight out the mud I grew up with them niggas, hey
 A whole lot of pain I promise these niggas
 I don't f*ck with no nigga
 St is not the same, I swear these niggas is not the same
 Everythin' changed, all you niggas changed, yeah, yeahhh (testimony)
 This my testimony, yeah
 I'm so obsessed with money
 I gotta keep a weapon on me, yeah
 I swear a nigga gotta keep a weapon on me
 I'm somewhere sippin' on 'em
 My b*tch always trippin' on me
 Fake friend went missin' on me
 But we ain't even trippin' on it, yeah
 This my testimony, yeah
 I swear I'm so obsessed with money, yeah (I keep mine, nigga)
 I got to keep a weapon on me, yeah (Boosie Badazz, nigga)
 This my testimony, yeah, yeah, yeah
 St, when I was a local rapper
 I traded out s*x for money
 Made my b*tch write bad checks for money
 Shoot off a nigga whole neck for money
 Kept a weapon on me
 Had a little man ego
 Wishin' I was Nino before he turned rat though
 Tried to whip it on my own in the kitchen at first
 But it hurt when it didn't come back though
 Old lady goin' crazy on me
 I'm steady makin' babies on her
 Got blessed, made it off the corner
 Now my other baby mommas, now they hatin' on us
 Nigga, hittin' at me with them 45
 Prayers every night that I don't die
 Two .40s on my hip 'cause I go live
 Warners Brothers on the line, this is '05
 Now my friends gettin' a little jealous
 Same motherf*ckers who I used to shoot pellets
 Stealin' out the pot, sayin' Boosie boo selfish
 If you steal from a nigga, to the cops you a tell it
 Diabetes, tired of stickin' myself, nigga
 On lock down, facin' death, nigga
 Came home, blown up then I got cancer
 But God found the answer
 This my testimony
 Yeah, this my testimony, yeah
 I'm so obsessed with money
 I gotta keep a weapon on me, yeah
 I swear a nigga gotta keep a weapon on me
 I'm somewhere sippin' on 'em
 My b*tch always trippin' on me
 Fake friend went missin' on me
 But we ain't even trippin' on it, yeah
 This my testimony, yeah
 I swear I'm so obsessed with money, yeah
 I got to keep a weapon on me, yeah
 This my testimony, yeah, yeah, yeahh