Letras
(Marc Boomin, this you?) I know, yeah
Real Marc Boomin, ghetto boys shit, yeah
(Boomin need extra)
If it's money on the floor, I'ma walk to it
Ben Frank my friend, sometimes I talk to him
I got a loyal bitch with no car who will walk to me
Whole pint of Wock' gone Wednesday, it was bought Tuesday
And I ain't sell a line, you know it's gone 'cause I don't drop deuces
4462, damn, man, I'm kinda stupid
I might get an assault charge 'cause I abuse it
How the fuck I catch a case for sellin' dope, and I'm a user?
Chase him down in a long blue coat, I'm with Scooter
I'm with a blow head shooter, he ooh coke out his roof
I wasn't tryna fuck your bitch, but she shouldn't have spoke to me
Mike noddin' off the drank, but he still woke to me
Nigga, put that blunt down, that shit you smokin' on smell like potpourri
They labeled me the hood president, come vote for me
Nigga, I'm hungry, I just want a steak down from Ocean P
Baby girl wanna fuck me bad, it's the no for me
Nigga said he bought a Hellcat, it's the note for me
Everythin' comin' off the head, nobody wrote for me
Spent so much money at Saks Fifth, I got a coat for free
I be fuckin' on the doctor daughter for fours of lean
Told the whole world once before, I'm a lean junkie
Hoes say I'm fat, it's not the food, this a lean stomach
My set shot so motherfuckin' smooth, I got a clean jumper
Yeah, I still beat my bitch ass, she a mean woman
So many shots, these will last for three summers
Fuck a slumber party, layin' in the basement, that's a sleep-under
800 dollar shirt on and my jeans custom
Brick smell clean like soap, but the weed musty, ah
I just popped out with a ten-pack of zaz'
White bitches in the crib, titties out, Mardi Gras
Six niggas in the truck with all sticks, that's a party bus
Bitch, stop lyin' sayin' you pregnant, I hardly fucked
I was off an Oxy' and a pint of Tuss' noddin' and stuff
So how the fuck did I nut in you?
Already look like you got lice, I ain't touchin' you