(Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, alright)
She just dropped some money from her waistband
Then I picked it up and bought myself some Ray Bans
12 shawtys got the cops goin' crazy fam
And the chicks and the shawty get mixed in my pants
I'm a good driver you will never need to stand
I'm a good holla' if you ever need a man
I got good drama if you ever need a plan
And if you need to lay down bring some of your friends
Bring some of your friends
With some small hands
I remember at the side I had like two fans
Friends over money I ain't even got two bands
Cause we out in the streets smokin' wavy plants
Ha!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
She just left got marks on my sheets from her spray tan
She leave with the keys get some liquor get wasted
I go down to the mall tryin' to walk straight off a bottle
Drownin' my sorrow in alchohol
Still lost so I need to drink some more
I need to be respected for my records and lessons
I'm a blessin' I'm not Jesus Christ now crucify
I see your lies
Niggas thought I was missin' chillin'
I been copyrightin' lyrics trippin'
How am I s'posed to be optimistic
So I made an album not dissing
Quality over quantity
Lessons from my family
It's in my genes and my DNA
I can feel it run through my veins like a shockwave
(Bling blow)
She just dropped some money from her waistband
Please give me a break man
That pussy like a wasteland
(Hoo!)
Hold up, wait a minute
Roll up, blazin' with it
New era and we do it better
Couldn't touch my flow
If you do it better
I grate my cheddar
Create my treasure
Please remember
Imma be forever
This money drop is a lethal weapon
(Woah)
I sit down with my door shut and the sun's out
And my money's finally got blank pages
And a dried pen
And a fine girl who's like 9/10
Fine then I'll put the drip on
Get the whip goin'
Take alotta sips and i get flowin'
See the bottles and they get pourin'
Pre-Madonnas better get goin
Rappers out with they whip form
Got alotta clips that ain't get blown
Got alotta clips that ain't get blown
(Blap)