[Verse] Uh, hopped out to spray, then I hopped in the Wraith Yeah, I'm havin' fun today Step on these niggas and Dave and I play Yeah, that's what my mama say Get you some money, you stay here, you payed You can't be sittin' in my mansion all day I go to prison, I'm havin' my way Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Go to Morocco and fuck on a fine ho', I'm so, I'm so awesome Think how she fine and she gon' get designer No, bitch, you'll drop somethin' Jay my dawg, you know, he been my Whitney Fuck with him low and he known me since Peewee Remember them times I was fuckin' on Fifi Yeah, uh, thanks for them letters, real nice, you get CC All of my bitches be yellow, like Beezy Flex on these niggas, I make it look easy I'm draggin' my nuts, they be all on my Fiji Drippin' on these bitches, they eatin' my spit up Ran out of gas, I'ma need me a fill up She say I rate the bitch, no, but I bet her I got too much money, ain't doin' no sit-up Hopped out to spray, then I hopped in my bag Yeah, I'm in my Birkin Shoutout to Gucci, I think that's my dad Yeah, I was just jerkin' I hit the woah 'cause I like that lil' dance I be on go, you gon' live where you stand Pull out the Ghost, I'm too rich for a band Mmm, yeah Louis be callin' me Daddy and shit, uh, that's my baby Shorty be throwin' her kids on me, hmm, 'cause they need savin' This how I'm livin', I'm deadass End of your girl, your lil' head ass Like when you callin' me Daddy, haha Daddy, Zaddy, pullin' up, I'm on the addy They searched the crib and I still got a gun in the attic I done got real and established This wasn't 'posed to happen, 'cause I was just jackin' and stuff I turn a nigga to maggots, yeah, he dead, flies everywhere I done created the fabric y'all niggas be jackin', so they gotta pay me to wear [?], nigga, drink But I'm drinkin', you need a license to share I'ma see y'all like a Z and I Z who I Z, that's just the way that I am [?], nigga, drink, but I drank it, I tank it I keep some saks in the MAC and it shake in my blanket, the blanket I keep security 'cause I'm tired of shootin' I be on tears and my eyes be googly Big dumbass rupees on all of my toothies Ass shots, I put that fire on your booty Hop in and spray soon as I hop out the coochie I'm a clean lil' nigga, I'm awesome I got a whole lotta demands I ain't want a Benz, so I bought my dawg one I don't be countin' the Maybach truck Even though it's a Benz, I don't it count though Thirty inch rounds, gotta mount it though I'ma treat you like you weren't my ram before Candy paint Lambo', just hopped out to spray I keep some bands on me, just to go play Run out of family, you niggas okay You ain't got no parents and you just in my way Step on these niggas, I stand on the hoes Cutthroat nigga, yeah, anythin' go I hop out the 'Ville, fixin' my pistol Pounce out on niggas, I look like I'm TigerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
