Spilled Courvoisier on my Cartier
She smelled Jimmy Choo she gon choose today
Baby I'm a Player do you understand
I can be myself but cant be ya man
Pussy marketable it should cost bands
Pay Uncle Mack fuck Uncle Sam
I'm five star Rob Van Dam
I'm with her shiiit and we downtown
Still tippin on foe foes
Still pimpin on yo hoes
Slanging pussy out the Volvo
You can have her back but she dont wanna go
Always had hands I ain't ever been a hoe
Rather fight but i had to pay racks for the poles
Always been a hardhead never did what I'm told
Mack can you do this, no, I need dough
But I stay solo cuz niggas will fold
When shit goes wrong you got bitch in yo soul
When we got jammed up why you telling nem folk
Bitch I'm a chef got melons to poke
So I Daily Grind growing my frontal lobe
Started a biz used to steal from the store
Smoking on runtz looking like Piccolo
Forget being down and just feeling so low
Now what you say as I proceed
I was feeling great as I hit the weed
Shrek colors potent green
Had to show my ass like a noble steed
That metronome like Togepi
It's set in stone like jewelry
Scorpio Season I been a freak
She can't wait but she bout to see
Back shots on the balcony
Over looking the Atlantic sea
Bitch I know it's an Ocean please
Shit yo fucking mouth for I smack ya teeth
We Player Made ya cant fuck with me
Grew up wit the Lords and hung wit the gs
Bro had a plan so we grew some seeds
Had call centers made hoes ring
Surplus for those properties
But they over bid so we stuck to trees
Met cultivators in dispensaries
Look me in the eyes when you speak to me nigga