Jumped out the Porsche, jumped straight in the game
Head in the clouds, I play in the rain I play in her pussy, I play in her mouth I skeet, skeet, skeet, she lay in the stain Beep, beep, beep, nigga stay in your lane I get geeked, geeked, geeked, then I say I´ma change Pop two, pop three, it goes straight to the pain White, blue, yellow, pink pill, Crayola gang She takin´ my charge, she takin´ your chain You fake as your chain, it´s bread over fame I lay on my plane, filet and Lo Mein I´m wreckin´ my brain like wrecked the Mulsanne I get the McLaren and run a few errands Got a mouth full of karats and I don´t eat carrots Got more Elliantte than Elliantte Let me find out you´ve been shoppin´ at Jared I pop at your parents and tell ´em it´s personal
I like my purple drink purpler Whippin´ the work and my wrist lookin´ virtual Bust down sick as tuberculosis
Whippin´ the work with my left, make sure the money is right, yeah My circle I´m keepin´ it tight, 360, 365, yeah Whippin´ the skrrt with my left, yeah, make sure the money is right, yeah My circle I´m keepin´ it tight, like a virgin, she keep it inside Whippin´ the work with my left, yeah, draco on my right, yeah Say she wanna see me tonight I put that bitch on a flight
I´m in the kitchen cheffin´ with my left, ooh Whippin´ it up with my right, right
Left-right like Mike, fight Whip the white until it bite, ye Huh, whippin´ that white girl, whippin´ that white girl White girl gettin´ her ass whipped Rippin´ them numbers, rippin´ them numbers, right up out the math book Money talkin´, mine kind of like a chat room, uh Told my young blood to be bool and be bareful Runnin´ the white, fuck with the white Whippin´ it right, it´s comin´ to life I brung it to life, I gave it the light like a candle, ooh (Phew) I´m whippin´ it damn good, ooh (Phew) I´m whippin´ it damn good, ooh (Phew) I´m whippin´ it damn good, yeah Whippin´ the Benz with my left, yeah Got your lil´ boo on my right, yeah
Buss down on my left, yeah, that´s your boo on my right, yeah Poppin´ a Perc with my left, yeah Sippin´ the syrup with my right, yeah One of the last real nigga left, yeah Fuck we got left behind, yeah Tell me I got the best, yeah I´ma go up on the price, yeah By the time the nigga got on a vest, yeah I´ma shoot him a hundred times (Boom)
Whippin´ the work with my left (Yeah, yeah, yee, yee) Make sure the money is right (Yeah, yee, yeah, ayy, ayy)