I'm part Irish so I love the fuckin' green, uh
Yo bitch eyein' but I'd rather fuck on me, uh
They see I'm stylin' so I'm what they wanna be
Man, if I cuff a bitch then that gotta be a dream
'Cause that's not happening, uh
Can't no bitch fuck up this masterpiece, uh
It got' be what it has to be, uh
Can't no bitch drain out my battery
I never give one part of me (Uh-huh)
No, I ain't quick to agree
Tell the bitch "I'm way too fixated on money and the weed"
I don't give a fuck who proud of me
'Cause they always doubted me
And now there's too much blood up on my Gucci, copped some Prada jeans
Now that's some history, 'nother fuckin' classic that done kept 'em in the mix with me
You told me that's yo mans? Oh damn, he a bitch to me
I'm curious, what bitch is feelin' worthy?
You feelin' dirty, might have take yo ass to church
Sing "Hallelujah!"
Sing "Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
I spot a pot of gold, I'm screamin' "Boo-yah"
She told me, "I don't really wanna lose ya"
(Bitch, get off my dick)
I'm part Irish so I love the fuckin' green, ay
Her name Iris, but I'd rather fuck Celine, uh
I fuck a lot, but I'm not a Charlie Sheen
My old bitch Grandmama say she want me shit on her cassette tapes
Aunt asked why I got red eyes, "'Cause I slept late"
Why lil thottie makin' them puppy eyes? That's a pet face, uh
I'm part Irish so I love the fuckin' green
My hair was red when I was born, I got the photos as receipts, ah
Yeah, I got them photos as receipts
Yeah, baby me, baby me, baby Sol Jay
Yeah, on some leprechaun type shit, ay
But, that's not me type shit
(Sing "Hallelujah")
Bitch, get off my dick