Now let's see.
Here the beat.
Money in my hand, comfortably.
Take out your gig, turn to the bank.
Follow your trails, give it to me, don't matter.
The beat in my hand,
try to play close when I'm trying my dope.
Twenty-six in, holding up my end.
Coming back to the ho, better let go.
Damn, I'm on any, why don't be no damn fool.
Thunder,
slam,
boom,
wing,
flip and break the damn rule.
Verse one,
feeling my kicks in your ni**as,
don't really be friends,
don't be following me.
Verse two,
now I'm showing the facts,
I act it when I'm trying my clean.
Verse three,
here's the scene,
reaching for hoes,
making my dope.
Verse four,
telling these bi**hes,
I'm telling these ni**as,
I'm making much more.
Verse five,
catch at the side,
duck inside,
coming under the door.
Verse six,
sucking my di** with the quickness of fingers,
I'm taking your child.
Verse seven,
got to be your fam,
meaning that I'm cracking my tit.
Verse eight,
got to get that damn food,
I'm f**king my date.
Verse nine,
feeling damn,
nine to a ten,
don't flip the doll.
Verse ten,
tell them again,
bi**h,
it's a whole call.
What ain't a number,
homie,
did I got the f**k with?
Down,
down,
big b**ch around me,
hoes make your b**ch dump down.
Verse eleven,
I'm a big f**king hoe,
take a seat,
put your mind to a test,
take out your cheese,
give me some,
stuff it in my leather vest.
Good day,
good laugh,
ain't no hard,
but no hook up,
it's thick,
might nut in your mouth and then harm trick.
Anyway,
I got to be talking bout a sucker,
flush,
call out on the phone,
hop your ass on the matter,
buck,
drink it to the toe,
about time,
hoe,
hand in here,
kilo,
kilo,
key,
hundred percent,
pop it,
my career,
free,
took the phone,
picked the keys to the monocline,
cherry key,
D-O-G,
put,
F us up,
be a pussy,
T,
please,
ain't no dick,
giving out,
on the Wednesday,
give me your money,
hoe,
for my dick,
I ain't doing it,
running to a bitch like this,
I'm a play up him,
kicking down a Rudy Poo,
did I say I keep a lift?
See,
it's on,
hitter,
beater,
dog,
y'all,
b**ch,
hoe,
dog.
In another
me.
D O T. It's the low key.
Dial walker hooker when you take
us to a call to see 12 o'clock
later night.
Him won't say
money.
Ho President, call my
name.
Gotta go.
Gotta go.
Open
the door.
Let's go pulling out
my super duck.
Give a $30.
Ain't no cheap.
I don't give a
*.
My head.
Dead.
Death
away.
It's gotta be stopping
it.
Some champs didn't have
him play a compilate running
through the track for my set.
I'm a money man taking care of busy.
$20.
Definitely get gotta make another cop.
Very stuck at my prop.
Rolling down.
Parkway.
About that bitch and hit the block.
Pimp type.
Ho type.
Where my money be?
The bad footer in a foot.
Swag digits in the damn man's sweat neck.
Don't you blink.
Low key.
A man don't holler at your bitch.
Bullshit.
It's a ho call.
Black Yeah.
should I got?