Yeah, ayy, ayy
I need it now, I ain't waiting 'til the first or the fifteenth
She wanna' be a princess, told that bitch "Mane this ain't Disney"
She a pick me, never gon' forget me
Ridin' round town in an E350
Working on yo' off days
Yo' girl be, like, "Call me"
I'm pouring that Bombay
She look like Beyonce
Movin' to Tequila, Paranoid with heaters
On her booty cheeks, tattoo prints of a cheetah
Man, I'm heading west just like Kanye
Can't meet her mommy
Linking wit' yo' girl for them lessons on that Feng Shui
I ain't pay attention, and you can't teach me lessons
Ridin' round, solo dolo, with my Smith & Wesson
I'm the problem child, bitch, it's been a while
They been talking shit, and fuck 'em if they from my town
And that's on my momma, I been countin' commas
I fuck her in the back seat, now the front look like a sauna, I'm gone
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