Rollin' Cee-Lo, bout a thousand below

I ain't crabbin', I'm a head-crackin' hero

Don't be fucking with my Fritos, bitch

She drinking generations when she eat on dick

She pee on tricks and tell me they don't trip

My paint ain't scratched, yo nigga shit on skip

Microphone check bitches stomping on strips

Running on hope, chasin' down a wish

She need a daddy that's solid with a fat wallet

She feels safe when I'm pilot

Pimping big business bout as old as time is

They love my rhymin', but lust my diamonds

You think that slut a goddess? Shit, couple dollars got her

I be hard on this hoes, slapping bras off these hoes

Can't pay attention, better pawn somethin', ho

Drop her to the flo', bitch, lost something, ho

You gotta pay this, pay that, tell me something I don't know

Go get your take it off, take it off

Now go and make it all

Take it off, take it off

Now go and make it all