[Verse]
Can't f*ck with it
Tryna take my spot you better come with it
Money making n*ggas insecure
Paper making n*ggas wanna box like how bums living
Pink meat like Cam'ron you see me
Lines go off walls flow graffiti
Smoke in my house like a teepee
Rub on my lamp see my genie
(UH)
He's so flashy b*tch get at me
Bump some Little Sammy
I like the way you look at me
di*k her down now she walk like Bambi
I do numbers, I do mothers
Date you covers a mother f*cker
I been called that a lot
If sh*t goes down tonight you are calling the cops
Bang Bang V8 the floors calling the mops
How many b*tches I got - let's not go there
Only do quickies - me no romance
"Oh so I'm guessing he don't use manners"
b*tch, no I don't but I do sandals
Got Menages and a few candles
Good lighting and a few cameras
I smoke a zip at a time and change my mind
Yeah I turn to the green like I'm Bruce Banner
Sneaker head, Reefer head, Chain dinger with a Jesus head
Tryna rock the boat like Aaliyah said
Frustrated by slow fast food places...
What in the f*ck?, Why in the f*ck?
Always on the top floor like what the f*ck is a basement?
Smoking bats and running through bases
Bad backgrounds from the ghetto we made it
Vill block kid 47th - the greatest
I get money then go dummy
Like my spliff go one hunnid
So one hunnid, windows tinted
Bang Chief Keef go 3 hunna
I gotta get me a pretty girl
Into wearing nothing but dresses - mostly sunny
Swag scene bummy, I wear what I feel
n*gga what's the deal, let's just spin the wheel
That sh*t can't be real, condo in the hills
b*tches poppin' pills
Bathroom in my crib, that sh*t Jack and Jill
Off that Jack and coke
All I see is stars
Am I a telescope?
[Jody:]
Everybody moving making money. Right?
While we standing still being broke
[Verse]
So gifted, its all in the presents
These are not my type hoes, but let's not alter the message
Rollin with a 30 like I party with Stefen
Inhale, exhale in every direction
Let's not boost
Cuz everybody listening think I got juice
And to you n*ggas who be talking that sh*t
I know n*ggas who can smell the ribs like BBQs
Tryna keep my dogs on top
Keep a roof over my head
Like a dog saying woof over my head
Man, I'm too over my head
Smokin' on lettuce
Countin' this cheese
We'll accept the beef
Pull up in the whip
Same color mayo
b*tch, I'm working wonders with the bread
All I see is thousands
Women, women, women, titties, titties, titties
All different sizes
All this wet, wet, wet around me
I'm like golly
I must be an island
Never been a fan of how these bees talk
I know I'm a giant
Next car that I see man imma buy it
Fill electric of the pertol
I must be a hybrid
You can't f*ck with this baby boy, baby boy
Unless you act like Taraji
[Yvette:]
I can't stand your black ass..
Ever since I been the n*gga these hoes wanna kick it karate
Stretching b*tches like pilates
I roll with a pile of Gs just apologies
Like I'm saying I'm sorry
Stunting n*ggas like Omari
[Yvette:]
You act like a little boy instead of a grown ass man
I hate you!
[Jody:]
Well you know what? I hate your ass too
Do summin