They ridin' my wave, like the way it sound
Bitch come over and play, she do tricks on dick
Like Cirque du Soleil
Get your chips and fold
Like a bag of Lay's
Receipt said 700, I ain't readin' all of that
Said pick some out, I bought her that
Dollar sign, I call too that
Haircut was like 70, I just hit the mall with that
Let's trade our shoes, come step in these
I bet that you fallin' back
Put it on and step in these
I run to the hall and back
I just went to Stephanie's
Then I went and bought a bag
They ask me, is that Philipe
I ain't even answer that
They ask how they kept with me
I just show them bands for that
They can't test me
Bitch I'm geeked up in a Tesla
Restin', in some red seats
Get my head up
Wipe them tears away, lil' bro
Come on, get your bread up
Ain't wastin' time bout' a hoe
Like my ass was fed up
This hoe, she really a fan
Louis bags up in my hands
I ain't got no voicemail
I told them grab a pad and pen
They like, damn, you goin' ham
Racks appear, I alakazam
They was sayin' that they broke
Now ask me if I give a damn
I asked the CNA to keep a secret
I mean it
Red lights with some blue lights
I'm a demon
Black pants and some white nights
I be cheesin
Cops try to search me
I'm like, what's the reason
Bops tryna surf me
I said I don't need it
Plug tryna serve me
Told them that I'm fiendin
Always keep a kel tec'
With my Kenan
Choppa, 50 round drum
I'ma feed it
They can't test me
Bitch I'm geeked up in a Tesla
Restin', in some red seats
Get my head up
Wipe them tears away, lil' bro
Come on, get your bread up
Ain't wastin' time bout' a hoe
Like my ass was fed up
They can't test me
Bitch I'm geeked up in a Tesla
Restin', in some red seats
Get my head up
Wipe them tears away, lil' bro
Come on, get your bread up
Ain't wastin' time bout' a hoe
Like my ass was fed up