[Chorus]
Two hookers and an 8-ball!
Can you believe that I write this shit?
Two hookers and an 8-ball!
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

[Verse 1]
I definitely give myself props
And that way, I always get what I want!
I always try to keep my edge
With two hookers and an
8-ball, n***as and all the gold glitters
As I rock them figures and get
Freaky-deaky with a front row ticket
For all of my bitches
'Cause my momma said to pick the very best one

[Chorus]
Two hookers and an 8-balll!
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8-ball
It ain't that fucking hard!

[Verse 2]
I'm standing up to all my abuse
Inexperience is when I lose
I'm struggling to keep my edge
With 2 hookers and an
8-ball, babies for all the fine ladies
Fallin' out in my Mercedes and into the 80's
With a bad case of rabies and a high-top fade
[Chorus]
Two hookers and an 8-ball!
Can you believe that I write this shit?
Two hookers and an 8-ball!
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

[Post-Chorus]
Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, what a day
[inaudible, incoherent chatter]

[Bridge]
I'm not that fucking wonderful
No, no, no
I thought I told you to go
I'm not that fucking wonderful
No, no, no
I thought I told you to go
I'm not that fucking wonderful
No, no, no
I thought I told you to go
Puppy dog
Puppy dog

[Verse 1]
8-ball, n***as and all the gold glitters
As I rock them figures and get
Freaky-deaky with a front row ticket for all of my bitches
'Cause my momma said to pick the very best one
[Chorus]
Two hookers and an 8-ball!
Can you believe that I write this shit?
Two hookers and an 8-ball!
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
Two hookers and an 8-ball!
Can you believe that I write this shit?
Two hookers and an 8-ball!
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool