Uh-huh
Real nigga shit
Ayy light that weed up, bruh
Gimme some rubber bands
What's poppin' lil' mama?
How could a bitch so bad pussy be so good? (So good)
How could a million dollar nigga be so hood? (It's Dolph)
All that ass she got, that's why she walk like that, yeah
All this cash I got, that's why I talk like that!
Balmain and Margielas what I'm rocking (Ayy-ayy)
Two hundred in my skinnies, you know how I'm rockin' (Racks)
She signed for it and called and told me that she got 'em (Haha)
That's my trap bitch, she just want some red bottoms (Uh)
Bought a Rolls Royce just to smoke kush in it (Damn)
This carbon one five got a hunnid bullets in it
She bad and she paid (Yeah)
That's my kind of bitch (What up?)
These niggas counterfeit (They fake)
My old school sick (Stupid)
My bitch too thick (Woo)
Your bitch look like a motherfucking toothpick (Haha)
I just poured up a four and poured some out for Pimp (RIP Pimp C)
I took this South Memphis shit and I went worldwide (Hey)
I smashed her for thirty minutes then told her open wide (Take that)
If you 'bout paper then let's get it 'cause so am I
Multi-million dollar nigga smokin' blunts on the block
Remember we ain't have shit, but grandma, she did her best
From the projects to private jets, picking up check after check
Wanna know what a hunnid thou look like? Just look at my neck
I'm drilling yo bitch from the back and still got on my Rolex (Oh)
In the club passing bitches out bottles of Moët (Ha)
How could a bitch so bad pussy be so good? (So good)
How could a million dollar nigga be so hood? (It's Dolph)
All that ass she got, that's why she walk like that, yeah
All this cash I got, that's why I talk like that!
Balmain and Margielas what I'm rocking (Ayy-ayy)
Two hundred in my skinnies, you know how I'm rockin' (Racks)
She signed for it and called and told me that she got 'em (Haha)
That's my trap bitch, she just want some red bottoms (Uh)
Skinny nigga, big bank, my auntie walked up in my spot and she said, "Boy this shit stank" (Yeah)
I got pills, I got drank
Called your bitch up and got laid
Called the plug up and got paid
Got a four-hundred thousand dollar coupe parked outside in valet
I got a hundred dollar taper fade
I pour lean in my lemonade
Ain't no tellin' what a nigga might do (Uh-huh)
Get too close to me then my lil' niggas might shoot (Paper Route, bitch)
Lil' nigga stay fly like I went to flight school
I'm living the life, I'm living the life full (Life full)
Ayy, this is my life, this is my life, ooh
Twenty-five hundred for a pair of tennis shoes
My bitch went shopping, bought me a chopper and some Jimmy Choo
How could a bitch so bad pussy be so good? (So good)
How could a million dollar nigga be so hood? (It's Dolph)
All that ass she go,t that's why she walk like that, yeah
All this cash I got, that's why I talk like that!
Balmain and Margielas what I'm rocking (Ayy ayy)
Two-hundred in my skinnies you know how I'm rockin' (Racks)
She signed for it and called and told me that she got 'em (Haha)
That's my trap bitch she just want some red bottoms (Uh)
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
