[Intro]

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Uh, uh, yeah (Uh-uh)

Huh, yeah (Uh-uh-uh)

Uh, yeah (Uh)

Uh-uh, yeah (Uh)

Uh-uh, yeah (Uh)

Uh, yea (Uh), yeah (Uh-uh), yea

[Hook]

Pineapple Fanta, codeine in my soda (Uh)

I got a bad lil' ho, she came from Florida (Uh)

I got a bad lil' ho, she from the NOLA (Yeah)

Only fuck wit' her 'cause she look like Doja (Uh)

I want the green, four-leaf clover

Shawty said she comin' over

Only tonight, I'm not endin' it sober (Yeah)

[Verse 1]

Pick a position, I'm bendin' her over

My jeweler my shooter, that shirt I own cooler

Remember I used to play games on computеrs

Now I'm puttin' all of my pain in computers

I'm focused, I meditatе, just like a Buddhist

I been that nigga for a while and you knew it

Yo' shawty a groupie, I know that you knew it

You done in the city, I think you should move it

They keep buying tickets, my life is a movie

Had to get the memo when we started shooting

My people start acting and that's when I knew it

They keep waiting on me to fail, I ain't losing

I'm not ridin' dirty lil' bitch, I been cruisin'

You not ridin' with me lil' bitch, is you stupid?

I don't need protection, I ride with the toolie

I say what I want and these niggas all tune in

I hop on the interstate, bitch I be zoomin'

Zoomin', zoomin'

Shawty, how you doing?

Scared to put a hundred on the dash but girl, we movin'

Leave that other shit up in the past, girl, we're movin'

I can bring you back into my pad, let's make a movie

[Hook]

Pineapple Fanta, codeine in my soda (Uh)

I got a bad lil' ho, she came from Florida (Uh)

I got a bad lil' ho, she from the NOLA (Yeah)

Only fuck wit' her 'cause she look like Doja (Uh)

I want the green, four-leaf clover

Shawty said she comin' over

Only tonight, I'm not endin' it sober (Yeah)

[Verse 2]

That nigga lame, yeah, you know he a poser

I'm ballin' on niggas, hit 'em with a floater

Remember I used to trap with Motorolas

But now I'm too lit to be drivin' Toyotas

Can't hang with us, lil' nigga, you do not know us

You said that you 'boutta stop talkin', then show us

I'm so [?] with this, I'ma pour it

And bro pullin' up with the Wock', he gon' pour it

And I'm pullin' up with the pole, I'ma blow it

You said that you hot, little nigga, then show it

I'm Lightning McQueen with the way that I floor it

You writing in jealousy, bitch, I'ma flourish

I roll up and I [?] on the floor

She talkin' too much, told that bitch hit the door

I'm winnin' too much, they can't settle the score

They mad because I'll just keep winnin' some more

You whippin' the Ford

Talkin' shit, I ride around in the foreign that you can't afford

What the fuck they wanna beef with me for?

Bullets gon' hit that boy up in the core

Bullets gon' lay that boy out in the floor

I'm focused on money, I'm gettin' some more

I'm sorry to tell you your daughter's a whore

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