[Intro]
Uh, look

[Verse 1]
Don't give me an E for effort, give me an E for extra 20 lighters in my dresser
Same drawer as my heckler, running longer than a tape measure
I'm zoning in my sector, and ain't nobody feeling better
Than me and [?]
Her pussy getting wetter, up the block
With hecka tremendous nerve racking knock
Made a stop, checking my trap, stop by the spot
The LIQ, my Hindu, what it do?
Hello, my friend
Shit, let me get two
Boxes of magnum and a bottle of [?] for my boo
They know that I'm packing, n***as know it's nothing new
They see that I'm stacking, tryna turn one into two
I'm making it happen, I thought that you should knew
" Arrrgh" that's that hillside call
Shout out to Edward Blake and my South side halls, y'all
I'm a blast through in a minute fam, I'll be back
Right after I finish beating this coochie back

[Chorus]
I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town
I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground
Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound
What you doing? I'm making my rounds
I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town
I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground
Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound
What you doing? I'm making my rounds
[Verse 2]
You might not see me every day
I might never moved out of the bay
All my life; is be where I stay
Be here 'til I'm old and grey
Catch every me which way but loose
In my cutless seven duce
With a big ass bottle of Goose
Engine tighter than a noose
Designated driver and a designated rider
Trailing right beside her, hustler ready to fire
Bullseye, just like a sniper
Was wearing my glasses low way before Prop Joe, from The Wire
Still soil with it, average everyday people
You bound to see me grocery shopping at Costco, ucky's and Pinko
Signing autographs, hollerin' and taking pictures and mingle
With the youngsters and senior citizens that like to play Bingo
Or maybe at soul train like so what? Fuck it
Water and boxes of some catfish, manye
I don't like it, I love it
You outta do it too
On my way to the studio, got an appointment at two

[Chorus]
I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town
I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground
Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound
What you doing? I'm making my rounds
I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town
I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground
Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound
What you doing? I'm making my rounds
[Verse 3]
Playa on playa, play on
Speaking money into existence on my smartphone
Aggressive about my grit and mash for the cash
I don't do nothing slow; everything I do is fast
Like a Nasar, drinking out the jelly jar
Hella hecka manish play foul I'ma make you vanish
Ear to the soil, ear to the block
Ear to the canvas, ear to the gravel, ear to the blacktop
[?] cash, hustling nonstop
Run in my pad, it'll be sad; you gonna get molly whopped
With that action, with the shit, 'bout my arithmetic
Black extendo clip, n***a, be good stick
With guitar strap, rata tat tat, lay you out like like a welcome mat
Clack clack clack with my 90 mac
Mac 90, please don't try me, put your head on flat
In the traffic, you can find me sipping conyak
Bitch!

[Chorus]
I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town
I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground
Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound
What you doing? I'm making my rounds
I got my seat on lounger, might see me around town
I'm good anywhere, I put my paws on the ground
Holla at me pimpin' if you see me, give me a pound
What you doing? I'm making my rounds