Ayy, Manny Jose, Jose to my neckYeah, come onAyy, my lil' buddy, he gettin' on, he gettin' on the ass offAyy, my lil' buddy, he gettin' on the ass offI'm somewhere in the booth, ayyMan, I'm somewhere workin' my ass offI don't know about you, I'm feelin' like a dadBitch, I do what I do, oh, I don't knowWe bringin' home Beirut, best ticket on the eastAnd I'm tellin' the truth, I'm a city-ass bitchI 20 made round, you got an ass bitchYou gon' die while that cloud ain't throughYou a hustlin' bitch, no doubtIf you ain't got no money, what the hell is you bout?What the hell is you bout?12 racks, watch your bitch get shiestyJust look at the hoes that don't like meYou can tell why they probably wanna fight meBitch, I keep on my glasses spikyI'ma raise like none of these bitchesSo I don't need a nigga for *What the hell they gon' do for the kid?That can't get none but dickEven in the summer, you gon' make me sickHe grippin' my thigh while I'm holdin' him flickAin't got no app, but he still call me thickWe gon' fight your ass up, I ain't tell my no bitch*, I freak out, hoe on the dick, do a splitI be tellin' that chill, I should do a free pitchI see everything, hoe, don't think you slickThat hoe, I look like a lickHe my lil' woop-do-woo, I'm not his bitchWhen they ask who he is, he my lil' *My lil' buddy, he gettin' on bads offI'm somewhere in the boothMan, I'm somewhere workin' my ass offI don't know about you, I'm sellin' you thatBitch, I do what I doSo when I weed, bring it home, BeirutBest ticket on the east, and I'm tellin' the truthI'ma tell the ass bitch, I just wanna make it roundYou got mad as bitch, you gon' die like that clownKeep you rat hussin', bitch, no doubtIf you ain't got no money, what the hell is you bout?What the hell is you bout?12 racks, watch your bitch get shiestyJust look at the hoes that don't like meLook at them tell why they probably wanna fight meBitch, I keep up my glasses spikyYou the type to get some head, then put it in his phoneI'm the type to get some head, then leave that boy aloneI'm not the one you, bitch, can't cloneI'ma quit the walkin', nigga, get his ass on my phoneNigga may be mad, nigga, better watch his tongueI don't need *, bitch, I got it on my ownI'm on my weed, bitch, you get me in my zoneI ain't got * for you, I ain't got a loanMy lil' buddy, he gettin' on bads offI'm somewhere in the boothMan, I'm somewhere workin' my ass offI don't know about you, I'm sellin' you thatI'm on Beirut, best ticket on the EastAnd I'm tellin' the truthI'm a city-ass bitch, I just wanna make it roundYou got mad as bitch, you gon' die like that clownKeep you rat hussin', bitch, no doubtIf you out no money, what the hell is you bout?What the hell is you bout?12 rats, watch your bitch get shiestyJust look at the hoes that don't like meLook at them tell why they probably wanna fight meBitch, I keep up my glasses spikyAyy, ayy, many hoes ain't, hoes ain't tell my nameYeah, come on*