[Verse 1]

Money coming from the MT—

Green spitting out the MTA, it be coming out arugula

White hoes screamin' at the stage like yer tubular

Turnt all my J's to clientele 'cause I'm exuberant

If he told me that I need a scale, I don’t know who I am

Eatin' mushrooms on the block with my killer can

Too tall to stand in this bitch, he broke the ceiling fan

Ain't thinking bout the tab, baby, who mad?

Get to some pape' with your cool ass

Mop mop mop, if I had to spray a chop, you gon' loosen up

Ain't thinking bout the shit you thinking bout, you ain't used to us

Fuck you tahm bout, bit' got a problem then iron it out

Bitch don't know my name

You better call me king or just sound it out

I'ma pass out paint to everybody that come round this roundabout

And if I don't know your budgеt, baby

Best believе I'm gonna find it out

Got a pretty little bitch that's chimin' in

Got an ugly little hoe that's chimin' out

I be looking so good I forgot what that sound about

[Verse 2]

Thought a nigga left but nah, he just went to the liquor store

Thought she gettin' her name hoe, pass that hoe a Corona though

"You 'posed to do dis for me!" Hoe, slow your roll

Acting like you know something 'bout me, bitch, you ain't been here before

Bitches broke down bad, had to go and reassemble a hoe

Got my toolbox, I'ma gon' head and tinker hoe

E-40 and his baby sister, had the sprinkle on 'em

And she said she love all my songs, I hit my jingles on her

Every time I do what I love, I get butterflies

Feelin' like Frankenstein, lighting bolt that make me come alive

Fluff, pull up baby girl, we bout to go to work

Go girl, it's your world but you better show your worth

All my niggas got style for days, you know we been berserk

They been got on the Prada shades off a braindead shirt

Bill nine hundred dollars in here, we ain't get dessert

Ain't even add the tip on there but it was worth it

Break a bitch back, she reimbursing

King like he Xerses, all your verses cursing

All your verses written in cursive

All your verses written in digital de blackberry

How you tough on the net, in real life you act scared?

Come here little bitch, let me pop that cherry

Sasquatch, yeti, boy I ain't that hairy

Uh, Westwood on my ring but I ain't married

Hoes and prose with my niggas, sharing is caring

Little bitch trying to act tough with me, your life ain't daring

I was on the block with killers and fiends, your life ain't barbaric

They ain't gon' miss you til' you gone, now they wanna treat you like a tribute

[Outro]

Being broke ain't a joke

Ain't shit cute

Being broke ain't a joke

Baby girl, ain't shit cute