[Intro: AZ]

(Ha, yeah, spit at 'em son)

Niggas on the creep for all types of shit

Ya’knahmean (Word)

I mean done ran through plenty pussy, done got plenty head (Haha)

Ya'knamasayin?

Time for a change, nigga (True)

[Verse 1: AZ]

Dearly beloveds, in search for a woman with full coverage

College degree, plus her own V, fuck the extra luggage

Love 'em rugged, trickin’ funds and thinkin' nothin' of it

Run republic, minor dispute, some way above it

The wardrobe laced with the fabrics from across the globe

Bought me clothes, only truе playas got different choice of hoеs

Sick dealin' from past bitches gave me mixed feelings

Sketchin' books by Macmillan, made me quit illin'

Rich and willin', how many ladies ever catch the villain?

Some niggas startin' their stables, I done pimped a million

Saw the sights, came to conclusion there’s more to life

Need the quarter type, somethin’ real plusher, I can sport (?)

Ball for life, holdin my head through all the hype

Let's ball tonight, puffin’ that ganja got me sort of nice

Get the whip, warm the shit up, let's hit the strip

I'm kickin' it, just like Iceberg, my words is infinite

[Verse 2: Ameer]

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[Outro]

Ameer, AZ, we out