when i open up my condo all you see is smoke
i got your main bitch in my pay roll
she pick up the bone when i say so
i went and got the bitch a new beamer
told her make sure her mouth stay closed
if i had to i'd do it again
all my niggas about gun play
my trap booming every day of the week
but i'm taking off every sunday
dolph at the club tonight all the bad bitches gonna come out
this shit don't mean nothing to me
don't compare me to rappers
these niggas ain't fucking with me
smoking strong and sippin'
at the running through these hundreds
drop a deuce and a twenty
cough syrup and some killer buds
i drop a 8 in a 2 liter that how i mix it up
them bitches ain't nothing to us
woke up and forgot where i was
been going too hard on these drugs
dees squared up balenciagas
my bitch usually rockin' red bottoms
i'm pouring up after pint
i don't really need a baby bottle
money don't mean shit to me
if you a fuck nigga you a fuck nigga
why would i fuck with new niggas and got old niggas i don't fuck with em
i ain't got shit for a bitch but a hard time
but if she ready to put in some work then she all mine
smoking strong and sippin'
at the running through these hundreds