I just don't wish to be made fun of Yeah, smokin' out the pound of pee I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain't what it seemin' Okay, you got a light on, you a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Super fresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of tings Mardi Gras, party ting Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep a secret, ride with me Drop the top and can't survive Pockets on the lottery Yeah, ballin', we spinnin' a bank If I give you everything Would you go pound these tanks? If I was down bad Would you give all you had? I just wanna make you laugh I don't wanna make you mad I don't wanna make you sad I just wanna make you glad Yeah, swervin' off up in that car Baby girl goin' too fast Baby girl gotta pray Baby girl way too different Shawty, she don't ever listen I'm Jordan, she Scottie Pippen Ayy, go to the moon for a vacay That is my lil' baby She be drive me cray-cray Might load up my AK I'ma walk down red on that street I'ma tell that boy come and meet I'ma tell him to take a seat I'ma shoot him in his bleep-blip Oh yeah, drivin' a car no Suburban Lil' baby with sin on my lap She ridin' my dick while I'm swervin' I bustin' my nuts on her tits She seein' my kids in person And she keep a Glock and a girdle Pull it out and she makin' them hurtle Oh yeah, she makin' them nervous Wi-Fi, we keepin' the service And I got the juice like a merchant Plug callin', he sayin' it's urgent He callin', he check on my purchase I got it, my nigga, I earned it I flipped it and sold it and burned it I went to the land with the Persians Yeah, smokin' out the pound of P I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain't what it seem Okay, you got a light on, you a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Super fresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of tings Mardi Gras, a party ting Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep it secret, ride with me Drop the top and can't survive Pockets on the lottery Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, it be like Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh If I go to the grave, it's gon' be hard to replace me Cut a year's shave just to hide intoxication I go crazy for that money, insane for that paper I got shooters on demand, we ain't payin' for no cable Vampire count that money in the dark I told that stingray, but I know that I'm a shark I spit that lil' bitch wig, then I tell her, play her part I still a shoot this bitch, I know I'm hangin' round stars You in my head, so I'm like sanitizer And I won't argue about who get higher Ain't stuttin' that nigga, cause I can't wait flyer Eat every beat that I'm on, these tracks like appetizers Ayy, Lil Skies, you good, what you want? Yeah, smokin' out the pound of P I got a plan like Master P Told her everything ain't what it seem Okay, you got a light on, you a beam I'm the king of all her dreams Super fresh like Listerine Okay, shawty, I got lots of ting It's Mardi Gras, a party ting Open up, don't tell a thing Okay, keep it secret, ride with me Drop the top and catch a vibe Pockets on the line of rain Pockets on the line of rain