Uh, on the dresser, work on the stove I'm sitting on the counter purp out my nose Red naked, in the bed flexin' I "bitch I ain't impressed, you must of got the wrong impression" Uh, I ain't with the BS, I'm flyer PF Man, we living in hell like a breath Real niggas with real money, real bitches fake asses If she don't wanna fuck, I get on my skateboard and I skate her Money on the table, on the table Bitch I'm on that syrup, tell hoe: "let go my ego" And my girlfriend is a choppa, I finger that hoe I am Tunechi, you had me at "hello" Uh, top Maybach, clean like Ajax Man I don't fuck none of you niggas like rednecks We got that work so and get if we don't know you, you pay tax I put a hole in apple, what that is? Apple Jacks Uh, pussy nigga murder you then dance at your funeral Blood I'll have a nigga his own blood, communion Wake up like Bone Thugs, call your bluff, pick the phone up Her titties fake but look real, cubic zirconia's Run up in house, spare the kids and kill the grown ups Your bitch call me she hot, Krispy Kreme doughnuts out to my new hoes, shout out to my old hoes I'll still wear ass out like a wardrobe Bitch, what they gon' I'm still eating rappers on my fucking break Bad yellow with a tongue like a snake I let her suck my dick and then I her to some Drake
And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush Yeah I let that Kush gasoline, bitch The booth on fire, I'm in getting higher Young Money, bitch we at the top like
Uh, money on my mind, I thinking 'bout no bitch I'm talking 'bout that like my motherfuckin' throat itch Uh, stop stuntin', if you buy your bitch somethin' Stayed on the same team Tim Duncan Shit get real, if you scared go to school And if we it, straight jack it like a padded room your ass 100 times and stand over you Lil Tunechi so fly, I got bitch, AK in my firm grip Leap if you feeling like Kermit, Preach, reach and I'll smoke ass like Cheech I be faded bleach, double barrel, Siamese I my swisher obese, fuck that bitch like police Fuck these haters with no grease, you get checked, goatee Money talks bitch and talks like Robin Leach That lean got me as Lisa Turtle, ask Screech Uh, bank card heavy, my like a barbell My girl got a fat cat, I call shit Garfield We'll bring the O.K. to your doorbell We triggers, not coattails, I make lump sums, oatmeal I'm stuntin', new money TRUKFIT money, Mountain Dew money, 'em I get better like wine, I'm fire like cayenne In the words of my BP, I'll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM! Lil' Niggas talk, they ain't talking 'bout shit Niggas gon' bark, I go Vick Fuck them on that fuck-shit Suck a dick for some TRUKFIT
And then I let that Kush burn, let that Kush Yeah I let Kush burn gasoline, bitch The booth on fire, I'm in getting higher Holla at a nigga if you want that Mayer