| Yeah |
| Let us bring our pole in |
| I’m at the show with your bitch |
| Designer my Piguet I’m frozen |
| To me, she ain’t worth the Rollie |
| To me, she ain’t worth the Rollie, yeah |
| Bustin' this pint down with my brother, yeah |
| We ain’t goin' in if we can’t bring our cutters, yeah |
| From the gutter, I’m a rich motherfucker |
| I just met a bad bitch, can’t wait to bust her, uh |
| I swing the switch at your medula, yeah |
| This clip like a ruler, nigga ain’t clutchin' no Rugers |
| 5.56 aimed at four niggas, can’t wait to do 'em |
| My stick don’t like niggas like Bktherula |
| You’ll never catch me with no pussy niggas, always with my shooter |
| Free Sosa, free Dooly, in the can eatin' on noodles |
| This .45, bite down like a barracuda |
| I got a cougar, she eatin' this dick up, she goin' stupid |
| 20 point carats up in my lil' bezel, got cocaine on the Griselda |
| Wrist so cold and my neck so froze, just fuck around changin' the weather |
| Everything I do better, everything I do better |
| I spit in ya face and then choke ya, I’m like a motherfuckin' wrestler (dulio, |
| 力を貸して) |
| Wrist better, cars better, get my motherfuckin' cheddar |
| I’m in the hellcat, stolo, this bitch is bound to catch ya |
| I’m gettin' money, I run up a ticket, these niggas still tryna catch up |
| I’m like «Who want smoke?» I’ll blow ya ass down with this fuckin' Berretta |
| I like bitches with fake titties, fake ass, it’s Cinderella |
| I’m in the supercharged Charger and these fuckin' pigs can’t catch up |
| You gotta be pretty in the face or the ass or I will not settle |
| Even if you a lil' bitch, you gon' die too if it’s a setup |
| I’m throwin' up money in Barney’s, yeah bitch, I’m a lil' trendsetter |
| I’ma take a bitch out on the first night, hell yeah, I’ma make her feel special |
| I’ma fuck her the first night, then after that, you know it’s God bless ya |
| Haha |