I am swimmin’ in money And pullin’ yo’ chick and I dip it in honey I’m baggin’ them bitches You niggas is bummy I know what it is, holdin’ it in Niggas wan’ play like “Oh what it is” Talkin’ like “That nigga know what it is” But when 44 come, that shit don’t come That nigga gon’ run BANG Get the whole drum Civic flock yo’ lambo Rock my roca pants low No, my name ain’t Lindsay But yo’ girl gimme low hand (Lohan) though I got swave like ta-ta You in the daze like la la I’m from the T Dot city Where the city ain’t pretty The niggas gotta deal with the matas like rah-rah Stand by watch ’em gaze in amazement I said I’m sick like AIDS in a patient Ya talk shit get grazed in the basement It’s time for the lave and the swave shit But no time for the fakes and lame shit Don’t see the whole team go ape shit Go mad, go dumb, go crazy So bad, so good, so swavey Oh baby, I swear I could spit this shit about a million times I got a billion rhymes, I got a trillion dimes And I don’t even mean women I mean coins If we winnin’ Then she joins But we pass And she points and says “These boys .. Damn them niggas they be comin’ ’round doin’ this” G5 gon’ fly straight to the crib Boy you know I’m tryna fuck me a stewardess Baby, you don’t need no shots, just take 2 of this Since I don’t make-out, the stuff I do ain’t allowed I’m giving you too much heat I’m gon’ take Bosh, Lebron and Wade out The fuck ya’ niggas talkin’ Ya’ still corny with your braids out I heard yo chick’s a killa Tell her to come and blow my brains out Oh hold up, I heard snakes in the grass So I gotta cut the lawn low And I’m sippin’ on a Merlot And them niggas gon’ chat ’til the 9 on they back like Rondo Your girls, my girls, my girl, my girls Oh girl, hi girl, by girl Lookin’ for a white girl But I’m not Tyga But you know a Tiger would (Wood) if a tiger could This a wood shop class, come climb my wood I got a new whip with designed out hood And you ain’t never in it The whip like penny You niggas Pooh, you something like Winnie And the beat keeps going And the freaks keep blowin’ And the freaks keep goin’ ‘Til the skeet skeet goin’ In her cheeks she’s holdin’ it Ew, I’m sorry ya’ll Had to stop on that line Almost got in that rhyme On the top of that line Huh, use somethin’ from the top of my mind Ah damn, ah shit, goin’ outta my mind And ya not on my time I’mma shoot her 9 times With the luger 99 Make the swave go threw her her 9 times If a man wanna talk that shit like he a big cat, betta have 9 lives See I said “I don’t talk, please let the judge speak” I’m so ahead of ya’ll, I wrote this next week You said your love strong, but your chest weak I said you are now flockin’ with the best T .. O-R-Y You ain’t never seen no car fly
9 times outta 10 Niggas say you last year Last year it was your time This year it’s Tory time Next year is Tory time Call me father, Maury time Ya niggas need some more time Mother flock ya’ll I’m on more grind So if you don’t like me, then motherfuck you too ‘Cause I don’t give a shit ’bout the fuck you do, nigga