Eric Wright

Always playin' tenderoni, when I smashed off

Took her straight home after last call

Do what you want, if your cash large

Told her it's a rap, please forget it

Take the sauce and exit, don’t pass that

Might see OPM on the NASDAQ

Might see Half-A-Mil in the playlist

Me and HB running the grave shift

We getting faded, when it’s dark out

And walking in the club, like it's our house

Tell your man chill, he on his fourth foul

I might be on my fifth whip

I play it like some Big Wiz

And nah, I don’t forget shit

Y’all act, like I owe y'all something

Get a bottle, get a chick, man

Roll y’all something

Got one Impala stock, one Impala customed

Girls wanna cuff him, bringing up Truxton's

This like a nigga in the playoffs, bussin'

I might drop 50 for the titties in the stands

Them crazy girls, VIP, 5 bands

7 girls on stage, my niggas ain't playin'

We get shit popping

Like Eric-fuckin' Wright

She be in this bitch, going hard, every night

You fuck around and might get attached

And always wanna know where she at

I’m still waking up by myself

Cause the words that I

Say, make everything melt, yeah

She already knew my name vIP, 5 bands

And it's like how you pass the mic to a nigga

Yeah

She already knew my name

She ain't have to read my jersey

Saw my Zoomin' chain and

She started acting thirsty

Finna put up 30, like we at The Forum

Big game, James Worthy

Pullin' off in a foreign

Swisher sweets, fresh from the Shell station

My OG said: "Young nigga, be patient"

Blowing big tree, foggin' up the window

C cups in her tee, I use 'em for pillows

Old white people starring at me, in my Chevy

While I get the bass right

And adjust the settings

"When can I hit again?", Girl