Westbrook lyrics

[Chorus]
Made her orgasm, now she coming
I just want a plug who got cheap numbers
Riding in a Vette, doing donuts like Dunkin's
Riding in a Ghost, my car got summoned
Underarm kush, smell musty like a onion
n*gga, I'ma shark, these n*ggas be guppies
I'ma drop the price for all my buddies
All the plays got my pockets real chubby
I was in school, had weed in my cubby
Ride round the city juug car in the cutty
Exotic bags coming by the God damn dozen
Polluting my soul, my cup be muddy
Hop out shooting, watch these n*ggas get to ducking
And I got chips like motherf*cking Ruffles
Green from the Westbrook, n*gga, no Russell

[Verse 1]
Bae, you look good in them got damn tights
You the type of b*tch I'll f*ck all night
I'm the type of n*gga that trap all night
I'ma trap 'til I see daylight
Shawty so bad, she the girl of my dreams
Ticket so low met the plug of my dreams
And I got online million dollar schemes
Colorado Mountains, I be playing with skis
n*ggas ain't know about playin' with T
Them swipe cards, diamonds swimmin' and cheese
Running to the racks, n*gga, I'm in the lead
Rolling up pressure in a fronto leaf
Swipe and let me get a iPhone X, please
Then I'll resell for some of them, peep
Then I go reinvest it in them P's
Lil' mama interested in me
Probably just interested in racks
I'ma bend her over and hit her from the back
I was broke as hell I was living in a shack
NFL money, now a n*gga got a sack
These n*ggas lame, no Tierra, they wack
n*ggas, they be dirty, they'll shoot you in the back
I'ma aim the FN at a n*gga cap
Re-up in these desert had to learn to use a map, yeah
f*ck me good girl, you can get a purse
Give me one second, let me eat this Perc'
Lost three packs, but it could've been worse
Bad country b*tch and I think she a nurse
Bad city b*tch, she a real big flirt
Twenty for a show, better know my worth
Been through it all, you don't know my hurt
[Chorus]
Made her orgasm, now she coming
I just want a plug who got cheap numbers
Riding in a Vette, doing donuts like Dunkin's
Riding in a Ghost, my car got summoned
Underarm kush, smell musty like a onion
n*gga, I'ma shark, these n*ggas be guppies
I'ma drop the price for all my buddies
All the plays got my pockets real chubby
I was in school, had weed in my cubby
Ride round the city juug car in the cutty
Exotic bags coming by the God damn dozen
Polluting my soul, my cup be muddy
Hop out shooting, watch these n*ggas get to ducking
And I got chips like motherf*cking Ruffles
Green from the Westbrook, n*gga, no Russell

[Verse 2]
Clean-ass n*gga, my money be dirty
And you know a n*gga stay fresh like Doug E
10K fit, hell nah, I ain't ducking
I ain't going for it, lil' n*gga, I'm bustin'
Grew up in the hood, yeah, n*gga had it rough it
Overnight a car, yeah, n*gga, I'ma rush ya
I was broke as hell, I was riding in a bucket
Now every b*tch I come across f*cking
Red Roof Inn, I served three n*ggas
Ran too fast and I had to take a picture
Every year a n*gga get more and more richer
Eating real good, my b*tches got thicker
Had to get the penthouse over on Brickell
And I'm busting bails down at the La Quinta
Bought a S6 for my lil' sisters
Love these cars, I'ma run it up quicker