[Verse]
Bitch, I don't walk it, I run it
I ball like the OKC Thunder
These bitches be comin', I fuck 'em until they be cummin'
Run up on me, choppa drummin', it ain't about nothin'
I'm too busy makin' money, these n***as, they makin' assumptions
I know how they comin'
N***as talk stupid until I pull up and I shit on 'em, n***as need a toilet plunger
That's for real
In the kitchen, whippin' up a meal
After that, I'll prolly pop a feel
Pop a pill, then I cop a feel from your bitch, prolly eat me, Happy Meal
N***as still sellin' they soul for a million dollars, that's a crappy deal
So when God come back, you gon' be burnin' money up in hell
I don't got time for it, only Tom Ford, n***a, yeah, I dress well
Got a bad bitch and she too bad, so bad, named Jezebel
Knock 'em out, bitch, Holyfield
Hot as fuck, but I'm high as hell, so I guess I'm hot like some holy hell
Bitch, I'm sippin' lean, Holy Grail
They want smoke, I'ma give it to 'em
All these n***as gon' be pissin' daisies, in they funerals throwin' tulips
She gon' put my dick on her two lips
I'ma shoot in that bitch, Tyler Ulis
I'ma fuck on that bitch for a minute, then pass her to brodie 'cause I know she choosin'
Give a fuck 'bout the shit that you doin'
Paul Wall, how I chop her and screw her
Library book, if I wanna hit it again, I may go just and renew her
I get the money, I spend it on me and not her, so I know that that blew her
But fuck it, I don't give a fuck, that's not my girl, so shit, whatever