I like mouth in my lap And pussy on my nose And I´m bringin´ home the bacon It´s fryin´ on the stove You hoes can´t drive me crazy Keep your eyes on the road Got the money on my mind And bodies on my nine And I swear everyday I´m on my Ariana grind De I got that yay I got that ladidadida And a kamikaze squad And you chicken parmesan Lord, I´m a free man Like I come from Amistad No, I come from Hollygrove
Turnin´ O´s To octagons I get money while I´m sleep I dream that I´m in heaven I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy And smoked a ´gar with Wessy All my niggas, Rest In Peace And my enemy, rest pleasant So when my niggas creep They catch him When he least expect ´em Momma told me "If you run these streets Run these streets correctly" Well, feet don´t fail me now; I never knew my feet to test me Lord knows I wear new clothes
To the mall Two hoes On my arm Fur boots When it´s warm Church shoes To play ball We spittin´ this shit like bird food to a dog Urkel to big Carl, y´all don´t hear me All I love is paper I don´t love these hoes Boy, that vest won´t save you Neither will heroes Lord, they better hope you save him Better catch the holy ghost Holy moly, hockey mask like Halloween like OVO Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles
All they sell is pussy, cause they been sold they soul Boy, you go zero to sixty, I go one-and-two-zero´s Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold Lord all I know is paper Big fat money rolls Look at how big my safe is That bitch got double doors I was runnin´ outta patience ´Til I heard all aboard They mad cause I be skatin´ At home on marble floors Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway I pop tags and throw ´em down and make the ground shake Goddamn, a pint of lean almost 5k I be spendin´ 25k every 5 days
I sent my girl on a spa day Cause Hood just came with them chickens I don´t want you in the house, bae Plus we need the kitchen Lord, trap house in abundance We got trap houses in London Y´all don´t hear me
(We got London on da Track)
Hol´ up Had to switch the flow up Had to pour up Roll some more up Watch me go up My doors go up When I show up Why you show up?
Pick my bro up Pick a O up Hit the store up Get a soda Get us 4 cups Split a 4 up Then we slow up Yeah you know us Then we toast cups And we post up Don´t approach us We got toasters That´s my slime, like we ghostbust And we both bust Give no fucks Take no stuff And take your stuff Then ho hunt
For some chocha I know a ho Who´ll rock the boat But I row her I´m Noah, Lord I remember when I was no one, Lord When I couldn´t find jack in no one´s cards Ms. Cita I remember goin´ in your gun drawer Puttin´ it to my chest and missin´ my heart by centimetres Oh Lord I remember dyin´ on her room floor And wakin´ up in some police´s arms He died recent So I hope heaven made more room for him And I hope he see me Cause if he didn´t save that lil boy there would be no Weezy