(I've just got an idea)

Ladies only want my cash

Me and bro gon do the dash

Hit 200 then we crash

Southeast on yo ass

Flight, now we got the lag

I could never be in las-

Two-tone Glock and we spazz

Bitch you funny you make me laugh

What you talkin bout young lad

You was just in first

You in last, now you make me laugh

We in the studio spazzin out

You on yo mama couch

Counting up the cash

Bitch I was made for this shit

Driving the maybach and shi

My eyes gold, I only see cash

Yo bitch bold, she throwing that ass

Jolly ass nigga look like a fucking mole

Sorry ass nigga you stuck in a hole

Bitch I'm already in that modeee

You can't touch my fuckin flow

Yo Hoe still steady goin

Label calling? Bitch I'm goin

Bitch you mess with me but you already knowing

How you remarry to yo ex, and she was goin

Niggas don't be knowin

Yo bitch in the back of the seat giving me head

Rick Owen's on my fucking shoes

Cost more than your fucking rent

See a nigga in a Lambo the other day

Shit was off turo

How you gon look like a rich nigga

With a expensive car, flashy shoes

And a nice shirt, but from Seattle?

And the lambo was rented

Seen bitches crying, they was just venting

Nigga fell asleep, now he drenched

Sped ass nigga look like fucking Norbit

Turn around this nigga screaming

"rasputia"

If you sped please Ignore me

Ladies only want my cash

Me and bro gon do the dash

Hit 200 then we crash

Southeast on yo ass

Flight, now we got the lag

I could never be in las-

Two-tone Glock and we spazz

Bitch you funny you make me laugh

What you talkin bout young lad

You was just in first

You in last, now you make me laugh

We in the studio spazzin out

You on yo mama couch