What that do?
Hey, run it, run it, run it
Yo, you gotta be in slab to relate to this
That's right, hey, run it
I know they like, damn, not another slab song
Don't hate, just find some wood, wheel to *** on
Warm it on my grill, I let the wind kiss my bitch
Ain't pretty like the bitch I'm with, go thicker
21 shots for you, Jack and Hope niggas
Yo, seats lookin' like the insides of a snicker
Leonardo da Vinci couldn't paint a better picture
But that bow-legged bitch wheels lookin' like twisters
In a single-file line, I got them lookin' like sisters
No 5% tint windows, clearer than Melissa's
So they can see me in HD blowin' kush that I twist up
I'm poppin' paint by the seals, bout to pour that Sunday
Hey, hold me, hoes on my stroller
I'm gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' to the money
Hey, hold me, hoes on my stroller
I'm gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' to the money
I'm poppin' paint by the seals, bout to pour that Sunday
Hey, hold me, hoes on my stroller
I'm gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' to the money
Bitches on my shoulder, orders on my wrist
From my head to my toe, my dress, pour the cup and drink
I'm a white cup kisser, call me a Houston order
Chuck Berry, red slab, I'm full of that muddy water
This ain't slab music, these Cadillac records
I'm in love with my slab, my Cadillac special
She's my Beyonce, but I don't put a ring on it
I dress in a keel, then I put them bangs on it
See you soon
If it ain't right, I put it to the test
I'm fresh, I'm ridin' on foes
Cause I serve and collect
Lookin' good like God with an extra, oh yes
I'm ridin' on foes
Cause I serve and collect
Lookin' good like God with an extra, oh yes
I'm ridin' on foes
Cause I serve and collect
Lookin' good like God with an extra, oh yes
Go get some braces
Cause I keep them boppas breakin' they necks
So clean, I should call time, try to get a check
Hey, hold me, hoes on my stroller
I'm gettin' to the money, I'm gettin' to the money
*** a pen, take a roller
*** a pen, take a roller
*** a pen, take a roller
Headless on my shoulder, heart is on my wrist
From my head to my toe, my dress code a couple bricks
*** a pen, take a roller
Drone's on my stroller, yeah
Oh, getting, getting, getting to the bottom
Oh, yeah
All right, pizza though, TPA