Lyrics
It's exotic in my bag
you can smell the odor
I-I can tell if it's fake, I'm judging by the odor,
I got two hoes on a date, and I ain't keen to hold her ,
Goddamn, goddamn, I'm so pretty
, but I'm still pissed, still totin
Feel like I'm boat I'm taking that wock, back to Poland,
No time for chit-chat, we get back to Poland
Run around with big boy kush ,
run around with big boy Wiz
We got big boy chain,
They got big boy chain,
They got big boy chain,
They got big boy chain,
I stay down, bitch, I ain't changed,
Boy, they pay for your show, my chains
You're
You're a broke boy ain't got no hope,
Your pen ain't hangin' on a rope,
It's not even goddamn tennis,
My Prada shoes made for tennis,
In my backyard, you can play tennis,
And I'm so geeked can't finish a sentence,
When I talk, I got a paper, a sentence,
Pop out, pay for an image,
Die lit I'ma die for my image,
And that's too much codeine I'm sipping