whip it whip it like it's jiffy
all this money gotta get it
early morning on the corner
hustling try'na make a living
whip it up whip-whip-whip it up
charlie hustle gouda bubble
office landing with the fud
pistol whip ya with my ruger
i'm the server he the cook
place your order let me hook ya
she don't like me but she love me
she be giving me yo money
i don't know you not the homie
two-three bottles of some bud
finest oh my bitches young
put this roller on yo tongue
slip this sugar you'll be numb
be legated i'm sick with it
all these killers ridin' with me
swangin' from a vine like beating up my chest
minice no bud no seeds no stress
my nigga they goin go doody
my nigga they goin go toby
i'm on the pill with some ropey around the club with my forty