Cash roll
Fire in this blunt
All these blues
Baby shake it like a red nose
And let me get some head toe, shorty can't let go
Ay money on the floor, yeah
Got some more, send little buddy to the store, yeah
I'm on a roll, need my shorty for my pole
Walmart buying bullets for my pole
Can't lie, it's a demon in her soul
Got some semen in her throat, go deep, she don't choke
All these chromes on my coat, hey
VVS and water, you and I can bring a boat
Niggas say they slidin', I don't pop it, I just
Ay, Crew said give thesе hoes the booty thang
Bring it in oh looh, yeah
I sing like Gеnie but I talk shit like Uncle Luke
Real corner boy, I ain't never shot no hoops
But I can teach you how to score, just need a little Theraflu
Niggas ain't gon' take it there 'cause we gon' come take care of you (hold on)
All that Burberry, they gon' have to bury you
Yeah when they stop making sticks, who scared of who?
Oh that's your bitch? Yeah, she mine too
Sorry, took your bitch little dirty dude
If he tryna trip, I'm known to act the full player shit (player shit)
Spent some racks up in sacks, fifth legit the Crip
But your bitch she call me Cocky Coot
You mad I don't love you, I be fucking on you
You mad I don't trust you, I be hugging on you
I be ten toes down so I can't fold on you
Really talk about it, I be 'bout it, 'bout it
Can you hold it down and make me proud about it?
Fendi store shopping, Louis V shopping
All this damn drip sitting in the closet
All these damn racks, no safe deposit, diamond rings (diamond rings)
Had to put you in that foreign thang
New Benz and them Forgiatos
Push to start, it's a new model
Ma lead the way, niggas can't follow
Niggas pressured, huh?
Me and Kalan we for real, they can't fuck with us
We got Foreigns, we got bitches, we got blue bucks
Niggas clowns, niggas fake so we can't trust (hold on)
I know they know
I rock they block and roll
Your boy don't know (hell no)
That his bitch fucking on my rollie
Ay, Crew said give thesе hoes the booty thang
Bring it in oh looh, yeah
I sing like Gеnie but I talk shit like Uncle Luke
Real corner boy, I ain't never shot no hoops
But I can teach you how to score, just need a little Theraflu
Niggas ain't gon' take it there 'cause we gon' come take care of you (hold on)
All that Burberry, they gon' have to bury you
Yeah when they stop making sticks, who scared of who?
Oh that's your bitch? Yeah, she mine too