[Verse 1: T-Wayne] Cool I got a bitch in the back And a bitch in the front Sittin' on the best period like the time of the month They be shoppin' at [?] And they be dancin' with bodies No train tracks, but they ride the dick like a train I just hit the galleria with them boys I done ran up the sack catch the store And bitch i walk connected like a cord You can bet I'm clean like chores I won't but then she I go [?] my jealous Diamonds clearer then the slippers of Cinderella I headed to the bank I'm''bout to meet with the teller I got this shit on lock, i got the key to the cellar I'm dressed in all black i got em thinkin' i'm Reshish The niggas broken, i feel like they really in need of maintenance My money tops and i don't really want to do much explaining If i hear that she gon' need at it to her I'm going out the same game I'm have a same game foreign all night long We smoke off in a wait room Cause you know they got that scrum Yeah, you know, you know Flippin' and sippin' on lean Mr Codie [?]dancin' Micheal Jackson, where is Billy Jeans Baby my pocket is on creatine [?] let me rub [?] [?] like out the ria Chipotle me a Mexican, Mamacita She call me pappy every time i see her They be rippin' it right out the gate They poppin' like 50 in case Let me grab my surfboard Cause your bitch wetter than a title wave Even though I'm on fire Baby I'm just cooling Even at high school i [?] foreign exchange student Everything's foreign You other rappers boring Baby she been ever snoring But low key I've been touringTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
