[Verse 1] My car is off the showroom My trusted drug is mushrooms My choice of weed is OG I shine like a full mooon I got a pocket full of money it's nothing To drop a stack, cause popping a rubber Band is like popping another tag And popping another tag is like popping Another bottle. And popping another bottle's Like fucking another model. No limit To how I do it, it's like I hit the Lotto A dentist to these hoes: I tell her "spit, swallow" Money train, all aboard, where my hustlers at? Willing to kick in the doors: where my muscle at? Dirty South godfather of this hood shit If you ain't strapped, then you best Stay out my hood, bitch
I got blow money money, blow money I blow money money, blow money
20 racks, big old house, lot of bitches Lot of liquor, lot of weed..
[Verse 2] I swear to god, pussy Young nigga moving stepping down It's a rap like your bitch ? Your bitch wanna do me like I'm Lucy Give it to me, no one can do shit to me I'm grinding hard, skate board erection Your bitch is soft, she fucking every section She wink at me cause she started suckingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
