LYRIC
Ayy (gang, gang, gang, gang)
West money shit bitch, you know how I'm rockin' nigga
Straight gang shit bitch, ayy, ayy [Chorus] Bitch my rims rub, I'm iced up
Fast cars like Midnight Club, with nitrous
Took my dope up off the clearance rack (the price up)
Snuck through the back door of the strip club, I'm piped up
Bitch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters
Got another nigga bitch with me, she priceless
Say Lud Foe why you do me wrong? 'cause I'm not righteous
Them niggas copy, but they'll never be nothin' like us
I made a livin' and a killin' off that white dust
I like my bread with some cheese on it, that stuffed crust
Gave her a shot, the dumb bitch fucked around, missed that bus
These niggas hate to see me comin' they don't like us [Verse 1] Sadly mistaken if you think that I give two fucks
I'm in VIP off ecstasy, with two sluts
About my fortune cookies, guess what
I spent the fortune on my neck, these VVS's
They drippin' water, got her wet, but I didn't drench her
She say she can't believe it's me, somebody pinch her
I put that Pyrex in a headlock like a wrestler
She want a hundred for some head, but I finessed her
Ain't tryna cuff that ho, I ain't finna arrest her
Shit on a ho on purpose, she say I depress her
My mama got grey hairs and shit, she say I stress her
Cops question me, but no I don't fold under pressure
(Ain't have no cash, got off my ass, now I'm successful)
[Chorus]
Bitch my rims rub, I'm iced up
Fast cars like Midnight Club, with nitrous
Took my dope up off the clearance rack (the price up)
Snuck through the back door of the strip club, I'm piped up
Bitch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters
Got another nigga bitch with me, she priceless
Say Lud Foe why you do me wrong? 'cause I'm not righteous
Them niggas copy, but they'll never be nothin' like us
I made a livin' and a killin' off that white dust
I like my bread with some cheese on it, that stuffed crust
Gave her a shot, the dumb bitch fucked around, missed that bus
These niggas hate to see me comin' they don't like us
We play for keeps, we playin' chess and you play checkers
I'm smokin' bubble kush, I fill my lungs with cactus
And I won't give a fuck how much you study, don't test us
We ridin' V12, let my window down and throw out ketchup
And every day I wake and thank the lord 'cause he blessed us
You plottin' on the Chevy, I'm plottin' on a Tesla
Bitch I'm MC Hammer with this hammer, get nailed up
You got a gun but you didn't shoot it once, it's growing dust
I told my jeweler fill my Patek Philippe with diamonds
Every bitch that's pretty and petite tryna find us
My dick had a fight with her pussy cat, now I'm scratched up
Your bitch like rich niggas, bumped into us, now she snatched up
I knock the air out of your inner tube, get passed up
Use coffee beans to conceal all this paraphernalia
If you a junky, then I got some shit to sell you
You should've studied your real nigga test, I failed you
I'ma check a million before they check me out, for my son
The Lord gave birth, now it is nothing brighter than my son
(My son, my son)
I met this ho, I told her she was dope
Like the crystals in the coke that I sell you
I said look baby, since I think you're dope
I put you in my envelope and I'll mail you
She know that I'm the pimp and she the ho
I put a price on her and sell her
I got this bitch here with an open nose
She believes everything that I tell her
Nigga if you get caught with all this shit
(Whatever you do, just don't tell them I'm the seller)
Remember when I touched that white girl
I became a young gettin' money fellow
Got snowflakes in this white shit
True story it couldn't be much paler
These pussy niggas feminine to me
They all faggots, man they all Cinderellas
[Chorus]
Bitch my rims rub, I'm iced up
Fast cars like Midnight Club, with nitrous
Took my dope up off the clearance rack (the price up)
Snuck through the back door of the strip club, I'm piped up
Bitch I hang around with drug dealers, and sheisters
Got another nigga bitch with me, she priceless
Say Lud Foe why you do me wrong? 'cause I'm not righteous
Them niggas copy, but they'll never be nothin' like us
I made a livin' and a killin' off that white dust
I like my bread with some cheese on it, that stuffed crust
Gave her a shot, the dumb bitch fucked around, missed that bus
These niggas hate to see me comin' they don't like us
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