(Yo Stacy)
Want my soul, I think I'm coming close
I done fell in love with counting racks and fucking hoes
Father God, just pray for me, I'm never going broke
Man, this shit get old
I can show you things you've never seen before
Maybe take your soul
Bitch, play with your nose
Fuck it, I might clutch the pole
Niggas they is not my bros
It's okay because I'm probably better off up on my own
How them niggas switch up on me, niggas didn't stick to the code
But you never know, I get hella froze
Fuckin' on these foreign and exotic hoes
When it come, yeah, to the money shit is never low
She just wanna come into my crib, I told her, "Suck it up"
Them lil' boys is bitches, they is broke, and they is not with us
That lil' boy a junkie, seen that lil' bro on the angel dust
I can't hang around because these niggas all be lame as fuck
Pull up like lil' yeat up in that Tonka truck
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Want my soul, I think I'm coming close
I done fell in love with counting racks and fucking hoes
Father God, just pray for me, I'm never going broke
Man, this shit get old
I can show you things you've never seen before
Maybe take your soul
Bitch, play with your nose
Fuck it, I might clutch the pole
Niggas they is not my bros
It's okay because I'm probably better off up on my own
(How them niggas switch up on me, niggas didn't stick to the code)
(But you never know, I get hella froze)
(Fuckin on these foreign and exotic hoes)
(When it come, yeah, to the money, shit is never low)