I got twenty racks on my new jeans I got ten more in my blue jeans I walk in, I turn up Pimp tight like I'm permed up I heard broke bitches talkin' like they rollin' like us Man, these bitches sound shermed up And these bitches be mad at us Because these bitches so down to fuck Claim that shit I can bang that shit Fuck me, fuck a team, I'mma train that bitch I hope you ain't wife that bitch Cuz I know a couple homies that'll pipe that bitch Lifestyle flashing like a Nikon pic And your bitch chose me because you walk out with My ass thick and my drinks mixed Say I'm sick, I say no shit
Let it for dream and let it for sit And all my flows is slow piff Closed case, I'm killin' shit Heard your flow, I'm not feeling shit My brand right and I'm on one and these bitches don't want none (these bitches don't want none)
I shine right cuz I grind, bitches hated on mine My heart in it, I'm authentic it's clear to see it's my time (x4)