Young nigga, I got old cash, spazzing on they ass I got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shopping on they ass I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast Smoking flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas Don't you ask me where the pole at, where your clothes at? I ain't talking 'bout my niggas damn it, but y'all tripping, too Is it you? Damn, my nigga what the hell got into you? Project Baby, y'all was skipping in the hallway, I was skipping school On my Ps and Qs, all them jiggas, call me jiggaboo Bleeding concrete, bet you niggas won't come cross the street Pardon me, I don't talk to you, so don't you talk to me I ain't dissing on nobody beat, I'm vibing on the beat Honestly, I'm just trying to be, I just gotta be Trying to get over on anything, they telling lies to me I spent five on my pinky ring, she love my diamond ring Anyway, I'm married to the game, she said her vows to me I ain't getting on my knees, bae, you bow down to me You go down for me, you lay down and do the time for me Sorry boo, yeah I lie to you, but don't you lie to me It's little Kodak, the finesse kid, boy who hot as me? Told the doctor I'm a healthy kid, I smoke broccoli I will run around your whole board like Monopoly Ol' boy, you's a broke boy, flockas got you beat Chocolate, call me Reese's, can't catch me without the piece C'est la vie, I'm ten toes down, you falling off your feet I will trick your ass for a treat, call it Halloween Yeah that money's what I play for, call it lottery Goddamn, you's a clown to me, you's a clown to me You can't smoke no Black & Mild with me, get in the car with me You a funny guy, don't you even joke around with me How could it be? Get from 'round a G, you grounded from me I'm a Freeband junkie, you a junkie You getting skinny, I'm getting chunky, getting money Want some food? Boy you hungry, I want them hundreds, hundreds
Writer/s: VINNYXPROD, DIEUSON OCTAVE
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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