Scottie 2 Hottie lyrics

[Verse 1: Key]
NAACP, can't no b*tch excite me
I need a Rolex, no Breitling, if them people spot me
I call for god for lightning, I'm going hard and your pockets hurt
I see why you don't like me, I see why you don't, uh
Clicquot, Enrico, I'm all about them C-notes
Your main ho a "fall-see-toe", Falsetto, Falsetto
All my work correct though, shout out my connect though
I swear I breathe the best smoke, some my tree from the deck though
Can't cop no weed at Texaco, some of these n*ggas still stressing though
I'mma teach them my lesson though, I teach them my lesson though
Popped a bean, popped, popped, a bean
Aye, popped a bean, popped, popped, a bean
Ho

[Verse 2: Curtis Williams]
I just got a pack, tell my b*tch roll it
Tryna' stack that paper to the point where it's not folding
Can't no n*gga do like me, Vodka straight, no chaser
Only after that paper, but them f*ck n*ggas still hating
Two-9 to that grave dirt, smoked out till my chest hurt
Good weed in my dutch, red box on my t-shirt, uh
n*ggas pocket watching, too much to count
That checkered flag waving when I come around
Yeah, it's waving when I come around
If your b*tch ain't at the crib that mean she came around
Yeah, that mean she came around
And that checkered flag waving when I come around