[Verse]
Put your money where your mouth is
Baby counting favors, sweep on me, swoop like a psychic
Money on the table, leave it for my sidekick
I wan' check my flavors, they asking about how I write the shit
Six car garage, it get cold in here
You cannot sleep over, you can slide for just a little bit
Most you suckers goin' broke for hoes, ain't standin' up for shit
All you rascals from 'round my area can eat a dick
Spent my time in the dark, not nobody's sidekick
Ho, don't get it twisted makin' me overwrite shit
No joke how I'm jumpin', ho, you see what time it is
And the rest of y'all agitators, you can bite this
Glock with the Spiderman backpack
It come with attachments, or so I heard
I'on do the blamin'
I pull out my ooh for the camera
VFiles shawty except she from Alabama
Tutoring motherfuckers except I can't understand 'em
That's the difference between being difficult and plain ol' dumb
Lookin' at these fellows, I'on think they really want none
Hunched at the table in my room, like what have I become?
I find that this a whole new level of conundrum
We dealin' with levels and quanta
Fuck, I'm low on my poison, I'ma stock up
Not an exhibitionist, I'on want you watchin' us
[Chorus]
She got demons in the cooch
She got demons in the cooch
She got demons in the cooch (Yeah)
She got demons in the cooch