Woke up to some money and some neck in bed Stuntin´ all in traffic, nigga, Jackie Chan My new bitch called, do I want her head? How you fumble me? Ho, you special ed Hit his top again, he might be actin´ dead Now that goofy walkin´ out in heaven like he jackin´ it I got forty thousand in these baggy pants Your bitch lookin´ single, better grab her hand (Huh, huh, huh, yeah)
Corny-ass boy, I know your bitch tired of fakin´ All the hoes I used to wanna hit, now they basic Lambo´, new model, we let Tyra Banks in I up and shake this shit up like a spray can Detectives keep lookin´ for my prints like I wear gray pants
We keep spinnin´ on they ass, but I don´t break dance Yeah, I wish a nigga would like Taye Diggs Old bitch wanna talk it out, what about? Bitch keep beggin´ me to leave it in, what? Your mouth? Stop hittin´ her from the front, like a nerd, slut her out, nigga Five, six, seven, four, but I ain´t tuckin´ out, huh Sloppy-ass neck, couldn´t help her clutch her scalp Pulled up on Ari with my hands out, like, "What´s the count?" All her red bottoms on like Krusty Clown Pornstar, pull up wit´ a hundred rounds, nigga
Woke up to some money and some neck in bed Stuntin´ all in traffic, nigga, Jackie Chan My new bitch called, do I want her head? How you fumble me? Ho, you special ed Hit his top again, he might be actin´ dead Now that goofy walkin´ out in heaven like he jackin´ it I got forty thousand in these baggy pants (Geesy) Your bitch lookin´ single, better grab her hand (Pull up, pull up )
Pull up to the trap, finna bag some grams (Ayy) Pull up to the club, finna throw some bands (Bands) Bitch, you ain´t a ho, tryna grab my hand (Watch out) We´ll air this bitch out, bet´ grab your mans (Pew, pew)
Do my own stunts like I´m Jet Li (Ba-kow) Put three bad bitches on one jet-ski (Zoom) All the hoes wanna cuff, but can´t arrest me If selling drugs was a sport, I won a ESPY, ayy Kidd, what´s poppin´? Forever tied in, we so locked in (That´s my nigga) We gon´ go platinum in the streets, top ten (Ten, yeah) Yellow gold or white gold, I got options (Ayy) Diamonds in my teeth match the Cartiers Fuck a nine-to-five, I got the smarter way When I shop at Louis, they pour Chardonnay When I spent at Louis, nigga, could´ve bought a car today (Skrrt)
Woke up to some money and some neck in bed
Stuntin´ all in traffic, nigga, Jackie Chan My new bitch called, do I want her head? How you fumble me? Ho, you special ed Hit his top again, he might be actin´ dead Now that goofy walkin´ out in heaven like he jackin´ it I got forty thousand in these baggy pants Your bitch lookin´ single, better grab her hand