Double G Buckle Tucked Under My Shirt I Taste
Codeine When I Burp I Bought A Bentley, Forgot
It Insured You Just A Broke Boy, You Get
On My Nerves What Would I Do If The
Music Ain′t Work? If I Turn My Trap Phone
On, Will It Still Chirp? I Couldn't Tell Nouns
From A Verb But I Could Sell Wings To
A Bird I Could Sell Tags To A
Shirt Askin′ Me If You Got Tickets For Sure
I Don't Know, I'm Not Sure You Just Got
Hit With The Curve I Didn′t Know That Girl
Was Yours Said That She Don′t Got No Boyfriend,
But Sure I Grabbed That Ass, And She Call
Me A Perv' Opened Her Legs, So I Had
To Insert Make My Own Beats, And I
Write My Own Words Cash Found A Diamond Tucked
Under The Dirt I Blew My Third Check And
Second And First Now I Stack Up, Pay My
Bills On The First Me And Body Goin′ Half
On The Chicken First We Sell It, Then We
Splittin' The Difference I Don′t Got No Time To
Waste On No Bitches 'Cause I Know That The
Sea Got Lots Of Fishes Smokin′ And Stackin'
And Countin' Up Green I Think I Need Me
A Money Machine I Heard Some Fuckboys Were Plottin′
On Me Waist 32, .4