Текст песни
Smoking, thinking if this world was mine
Cause I been putting in overtime
Ask about me, ask about my grind
Eating pasta with the red wine
A lot of my niggas gave up now I'm investing what they save up
I can feel the jealousy when they tell me stay up
I got girls mad at me cause I don't have time to lay up
It cost to be the boss that's why I always pay up
All my dues paid
Waited my turn like Bobby Boucher
Fresh fade like Boosie, dark skin like Dusse
I'm tryna get you to the crib to make a movie
We can go and grab some tacos if you free on Tuesday
Wear that dress I like
Threw on my silk shirt lookin' like Miami Vice
Fresh from the cleaners only wore it twice
Yesterday cleaned the whip to some Kelly Price
I wish I would ask you corny niggas for advice
Made By OGs got it tatted on me
I woulda fucked her friend if she ain't ratted on me
Like a MasterCard I just charged it homie
Cause real ps bounce back you ain't my one and only
Keep my pimpin in tact like I'm pretty Tony
And baby I'm a Mac just like macaroni