Lyrics
They all want the smoke
But I just came to dance
Feelin' like Will Smith
I'm boutta smack yo ass
All these racks on me
It's raining Andrew Jackson
And if you ain't no ten
Well then talk to the hand, like
Matter of fact
She pop that back to back
And I took one too many I caught the cataracts
She keep wining up on me it sound like Ratatat
Oh she gon' drain all of my funds the way she clap that ass, like
Act a fool with it, uh huh
Way she teasing what she got
She got me glued to it, uh huh
Way she move with it, uh huh
Way she working what she got
She can't be new to it, so
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Sit on my face widdit
I been a fool for it
I been a slave for it
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Sit on my face widdit
I been a fool for it
I been a slave for it
She make her money alone
Taking a sip of the wine
She really one of a kind
But she in the city of sin
And she got a bag in her bra
Popping it two at a time
So fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Sit on my face widdit
I been a fool for it
I been a slave for it
Fuck it up
Fuck it up
Sit on my face widdit
I been a fool for it
I been a slave for it
Your wifey on my lap cause I like 'em old and rich
I step into your city and it's like I own the bitch
And they all flock to me kinda like they know the kid
They watch me going all in just like my poker chips
Like my poker chips
Sold my soul for this
I'm glowing up right now I'm on my Oprah shit
I been runnin' out my time but I got this golden wrist
And if she keep working that back
Then I'm boutta throw this shit, like