Lyrics
(Money done geeked on this motherfucker)
I need answers for that stupid shit
Too many standards for a groupie bitch
I waste some syrup on my Prada kicks
Mason Margiela on my Dallas shit
I'm huggin' the curb, I'm pushin' the pedal to bake my brids
If you know 'bout a murder, can't say what you saw, just come on the turf
No nose on the Draco, sawed it off and ate up his nerves
And we lose it all, we takin' 'em off and makin' it worse
Walk down with that pole, they can wipe they nose
I just bought diamonds for the show, totin' this stick that got so many souls
Pass her some monyun she fuckin' the bro
Get popped like a pimple, yeah, right out the Rolls
Drop off on her face, she ordered a load
I'm 'bout the business, she know how it go
Ain't duckin' no beef, we gotta eat
Keep that shit street, we goin' leave him deceased
I keep a stash with my bitch on the east
They like to see, I'm keepin' peace
Four by four Jeep, ain't nothin' cheap
Fuck the ignition, we don't need a key
Want change yo' life, then take a seat
Ralphy gon' give you a price for the P's
Yeah
I need answers for that stupid shit
Too many standards for a groupie bitch
I waste some syrup on my Prada kicks
Mason Margiela on my Dallas shit
I'm huggin' the curb, I'm pushin' the pedal to bake my brids
If you know 'bout a murder, can't say what you saw, just come on the turf
No nose on the Draco, sawed it off and ate up his nerves
And we lose it all, we takin' 'em off and makin' it worse (slatt)
Put 'em on a shirt, ate a Percocet, make her pussy squirt (let's go)
Cuttin' up in traffic in a fast thin', tell em' watch me work (Keed talk to 'em)
Really you can't even see in, Maybach came with curtains
MP for the blicky and I got five-seven
Don't want a shrimp, she want a big dog (let's go)
I tell her whatever she leap like a frog
And Rolls Royce umbrellas hide me from the clout
Yeah, hide me from the clout