[Juelz Santana]

Blunt full of that Buddha
Car full of them shooters
Bad chick from Bermuda
But my Brazilian girl even cuter
She drop down to her knees like 'I don't do this all the time'
And that's when I reply
‘Girl you know you lyin’
I looked right in her eyes and said 'girl you know you fine'
She said ‘men think with their penis’
So I told her ‘blow my mind’
That foreign car parked outside
She know that shit is mine
And a real n***a such like me
She know that's hard to find
I pulled up, I'm turnt up
No, I don't wait on no line
That Jesus piece, that Cuban link
Versace shades on my eyes
Now I know how B.I.G. felt
I'm strapped boy, no seat belt
You a bitch n***a, yeah a female
I'm a G-male, no E-mail
Still got that comeback
Wholesale and retail
I'm riding on that money train
And I don't wanna be derailed
I don't pop them mollies
But I know that she will
I'm high up, that weed smell
And that codeine got me ill
45 on my hip, 45 on my wrist
2 45 for my whip, now that's what I call lick
Vegas nights roulette table, lost 45 in one spin
I'm a Harlem n***a, I double duck, bet 45 again
I Lost that, made it right back, in a 45 minute trip
Boy wanted to and I fronted 2, charging 45 for each brick
You row boat’n, and I'm show boat’n
And you're Joe Rogan, I'm Hulk Hogan
My car foreign, next season
You jet skiing, my jet leaving
And I brought your girl with me
She a zombie, she be head eating
Wanna see a movie come see me
Fuck hd, I'm 3d
And what I smoke be 100
And I'm 300 like Chief Keef
Screaming oh I, bang, bang, you know the drill
Overkill
Fly up, or get flown over
Swag up, or get swagged on
Boss up or get bossed around
We don't cuff hoes, they get passed on
Big money, I got that
Bad bitches, I got that
Four doors, coupes with the top back, I got that
Boy still keep that big thing ain’t a thing that'll blow your top back
Who said they gona take something? I’m right here, they ain't take nothing
Fall back or get flat lined
Red beam on that black nine
Cold steel with these hot shells, you talk shit and I back mine