choppin' blades
mike will made-it
what's up uncle charles? i can shop on mars
been ballin' with the stars
yokohama tires and your rims neon plastic
might wheel when i jaywalk
figured i was kin to mookie blaylock
ballin on you and your fucking bitch
i can flip ferrari with diamonds on my fucking wrist
smoke weed up out of papers
versace touch the pavement
i can sell oil like afghanistan
got more gold than rumpelstilts'
i'm flipping candy pickle and my car is candy nickel
when she tried to be my baby
bitch don't scratch my dayton's!
my bitch from the cayman's
i'm tryin' to find a place i ain't been
lookin' at the list ain't not one ho that i can't hit
this car knows every language
i'm choppin' up the pavement!
i went hard up in the yard
now i'm with the all stars
chilling with these boppers and they wanna french kiss