Double cups, styrofoam pour it up
And she look bad in the Maybach truck
Bump a butt, cost ten to feed up
LSD, tap sticks, stuff on the tongue
Twenty-five, so the year we taxed for the test
Five percent ten on the way to get some ice
I don't mind if you get it,
I'ma race, not mind Got a couple back home,
been here picking up dice
Whole lotta rocks on the bus,
now I went and caught ten
And I went and got Pasha on up
Bad luck, thought I came back to the crib
Wanna eat me out,
back in the back,
she a slut Pull this on us,
ain't picking no rest
Said she want love,
but the bitch want less
Can't come home, can't buy anyone Gotta hit money, we've got roots like, oh, yeah
I be looking like,
damn, what the *?
We pull up in that I and that Rose to that Cullen
And we gon' pop out in that truck
Look through windows, I'm * it up
Chop off all me,
I'm busting it up
He had me a lot of money,
done spent it on jewelry
Now that little boy out of luck
We gon' put that little boy in a hearse
It's like 25 racks for a verse
* like 25 racks for a purse
Pull out 25 racks,
I'ma splurge Bitch, it's me giving * what you heard
All this money coming in can't hurt
I'm just gotta be pippin' off Fort Lauderdale, Poppy and Perc
Double cups, styrofoam, pull it up And she look bad in the Maybach truck
Bump her butt, cost ten, lift it up LSD, tap sticks, stuff on the tongue
Twenty-five hundred, yeah, we taxed for the test
Five percent ten on the way,
it's a mess All them opps get off my wrist,
now I'm up Got a couple back home,
and they're pickin' up dust
Whole lotta rocks on the bus,
now I went and caught ten
And I went and got Pshant up
Battle of the thotties,
came back to the crib one
E-me out the back of the back, she a slut
Said she want love but the bitch want less
Cam came home, caught a body, ain't even got a hit
Money when it got rich like, oh