[Intro:]
What a shame, what a shame!
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga!
[Chorus: French Montana]
This is it, boy!
Stackin' money to the sky, gettin' rich, ha!
Stackin' bricks to the sky, this is it, ha!
When my dawgs gettin' high, gettin' rich, ha!
And a nigga rich, ha!
[Verse 1:]
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga,
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga!
Beamer on the boulevard, everybody know it's me,
Bordeaux Polo, smoke a ton of weed.
No room for nonsense, you under new ownership,
Pullin' niggas' cards, givin' shooters bonuses.
Fuck the rumors, now I'm standin' in a room with ya,
Face, gut, buck 50, got two pistols.
We the knights of the templar,
Born dopeboy, oh, I should've been stopped,
Def Jam see me as a threat now,
Hundred mil, any less is a letdown.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Full magazine, bitch, shoot for the stars,
Snatch a nigga chain just for posin' on the blog,
Assassinate a name, nigga sprayin' in the dark,
Hate you with a passion, but he askin' for a job.
Shame on a nigga who tried to run game on a nigga,
Pull a pistol, bang on a nigga!
Gettin' money while them other boys bitter,
I'm an artist and my niggas are the realest.
What a shame: pussy niggas wear glitter!
Put to sleep by the pillowcase killer,
Black Benz, black weed, black bottle, nigga,
Rich dirty niggas still mobbin', nigga.
[Chorus]