I was a good boy, Cause i cover my dirt Star, ever a boss Cause I be serving dat work Only ambrosia be the smell of my purp Idi - a Raunchy cat He a hell of a jerk Weakness for short shirts Vag squirts till My ball sack hurts Lap dance With a naughty twerk She was tweaking on lean While I hustled green for the green Singing biggie: "it was all a dream" Caught in a scream For more - Grinding this whore Steamed off an ounce Then the cops knocked at the door Sure for the count Beast Rushing on my score Heard 50 shout And it was time to be out So i bounce I'm a grown man But whispers never stop They always name drop When I billboard hot No shame in the limelight On Top, primrose So I take my pose, Pause, freeze on the spot Got game On the heavy bass They call it fame when you regulate So if u lame bitch Get it straight And if u fake hate Snakes ain't mates For the cake Yeah its heart ache that never brakes the doubt From a gram to an ounce Bankroll That's the money that i count And when I'm out I bounce (MotherFucker) So it's east west North south From the mansion To the trap house Back entrance Through the front route Scouts honor Most devout Fuck ya bitch pout Since they hate like a Ex spouse Strict on that dumbout Going all out Lil stout said air them out Heat most paramount The fiends scream in the street bout drought King of the hill With the throne on the mount So I bounce