Yeah, it's true, I put that money up, I pay for my credentials
In thirty minutes, I can move a zip, can't say I ain't convincing
Only date I had this year was when I'm taking out my skizzy
I still walk around with thirty, but I pay with my initials
The whips we playing in, just know they straighter than a pencil
All I did was hit the gas, the ass gon' shake just like it's Flipper
Told my bitch, "You petty, you bringing up hoes I don't remember
You couldn't match me on no pop that I had poured this side of September
This whip freaky fast, the license plate say "Scary"
Boy, don't ask what kind of jeans I'm on, the license platе Amiri
I know Op's that's on they last hundred wish they had money
They know five because we kill shit 'cause we in Cash Money
I know niggas over thirty now, they coming from their bids
You hit your dogs when they open or do you cut 'em from they limbs
All these niggas try to move like us, they coming how we did
Yeah, it's bool 'cause we just caught a comin' out his brib
Only reason it's a problem is 'cause y'all ain't never us
He'd probably still be here today if dog ain't never clutch
I been out there with that girl, I got some dog I never touch
Let 'em film me in the trap because that snow don't ever bluff
My bitch sent a text, she like, "It better not be no hoes with you"
She like, "Yeah, who else you with They better have that pole near you"
Damn, bae, that pussy good, girl, you know you cold with it
Even if that pussy mine, I'm killing all your old niggas
This bitch ain't got no waist for shit, so how her jeans be full of ass
I know hoes that hide behind they followers, they pussy trash
If you don't get your nut before I get off, it ain't good enough
My bitches say my dick just like a Backwood 'cause it's full with guts
Bitch, I'm from the trizzy, it take hella guts to get the glory
Bitches know I wear that jimmy tight so we won't get to Maury
I'm too picky, I like foreign shit, I call my bitch Kimora
They don't want me open on them drills 'cause they know I'ma score
I can play the trizzy or do it legal, got the coldest hands
Gotta ask them, boys, "Y'all hittin' pussy or y'all holdin' hands
It's you that got that fire pack It's your shit they say taking ten
This music shit gon' end the road, I told my boys we Boyz II Men