my new girl yeah that shit fulgar
got the chopper with no holster
that shit might knock on my shoulder
drive in the lamb like a lotus
twelve pull up told me to slow up
spin around in with a donut
i had your girl i won't hold up
i found out she no deep throater
she suck my dick like a stick
i told that girl i'm reloaded
and my bullets hit like boulders
money so thick i can't fold it
can't fit in my pockets so i envelope it
double cup i with the potion
diamonds they hit like the ocean
carry my shirt cause it's gucci
scope got the aim with the ruler
swervin' the range that's the rover
i hit the shot with the floater
i got that bread in the toaster
i got that bread in the toaster
don't want no sex you bitch
you tryna act like you like me
pull out a hundred can't give my girl 99 of it i blessed my chick
you got your first piece of rafs
i got so much money boy they be watchin' that i had to rest my drip
my crib where my section is
told her don't call my phone
feelings ain't catching it
told her you talk too much