La da-da la-da da da ah ah yea yeah yeah Young Carl One-trick ponies If your homies was headless horseman You ride by your lonely Paul Revere, word-of-mouth niggas so phony Forecast, we gone bring some fire to the formal All my shit imported, no DiGiorno Crank, Sugino My bitch look foreign She from Kankakee though My plates from Rio I don't know Portuguese, I know Tina Marie though I pull up in them Rick James jeans It's Qari from the casino With Nina Niggas dirty I seen em I'm never worried, I'm covered Ain't got no ties, cause I'm stubborn My next bitch might make me rich My ex-bitch undercover But hate to see me in public But love to see me with another bitch She know I love money, but now the money come with other shit So I keep sources on sources that's sorcery Pottery porcelain No lottery endorsements Corporate copping me Force's No time for pony tricks Tired of the The horse-shit Forfeit the counterfeit when they ask about it Ain't nobody seen it Low-key in the party Low-key in the party No hoes on me Young nigga just a little bit of gold on me New love got us fuckin' like we old homies That's why I'm low-key in the party Low-key in the party No hoes on me Young nigga got a little bit of gold on me