Lyrics
You can do anything you put your mind to, nigga
Thirty on the left (uh), twenty on the right (yeah)
In a new 550, shuttin' down the night (alright)
Finna beat the block (huh), finna hit the road (yeah)
Finna catch a bad bitch and upper eche-a-hoe (eche-a hoe)
This my testimo' (huh)
Stack another hundred bands, cop a Testaros' (yeah)
Niggas know I be that man in my sectional (alright)
Give my ho a couple grand, man I bet she go (I bet she go)
I bet she hit (huh)
I bet the bitch get in her duffle, breakin' on a trick (yeah)
Thurl to the neck (huh)
Five-five, hips curved, check the silhouette (alright)
Five-star lips pursed, shawty really that (alright)
This ain't no pitty-pat (nah)
This that player-pop-your-collar, is you feelin' that (is you feelin' that?)
That bitch gon' do it for the dollars, nigga gimme that (nigga gimme that)
That bitch gon' do this shit tomorrow, pimpin' really back (pimpin' really back)
Is you feelin' that nigga
Is you feelin' that nigga? (this shit alright)
'Cause I'm feelin' that shit nigga (this shit alright)
I'm feelin' that shit, know what I'm sayin'?
I'm in this AMG kit with the doors up (with the doors)
Gang froze up, bad bitches chose up (bad bitches chose)
It's all the same loose change every week
Got your ten toes planted, struttin' on the concrete
What's your purse? Givenchy (Givenchy)
Bitch can you dig it, all this flavor on me (yeah)
Ism make me sing it to a ho like R&B (like R&B)
I'm runnin' laps just call me Marathon P (huh)
Nigga from the G. I'm in the hood ridin' clean (ridin' clean)
This new velour, you got your Sergio for cheap (huh)
Niggas hatin' hard but your broad want a piece (damn)
She trying to eat, I'm trying to get shit out the purse
She trying to make me know her worth, I'm trying to make it off a beat (off a what)
I'm trying to turn this couple thousand to a mil' (yeah)
Master money flipper, gettin' richer by the bill (by the bill)
You get your issue, 301, we keep the kill (yeah)
Niggas too official, raise your glasses for the real