LYRIC

Turn it
Bitch pop it, get cheddar
Stupid ice (water, water)
Louboutins on my feet (feet, feet)
Baller, baller
Ferragamo, Gucci, Louis (pressure, pressure, pressure)
I can brick it, I can flip it (yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)

I got two bitches wit me and they goin' both ways
I got two pistols on me and I'm gunnin' both ways
On a perk and a addy boy I'm geekin' both ways
Got it made in the shade, gettin' money both ways

Gettin' brain in the Chevy while the motor runnin'
In the club on that gas, smell that odour on me
Bitch back up on me, got that Rollie on me
Tell your partner quit watchin', got the .40 on me
Then pop a dose, eatin' gator every day
Benihana wit' lil mama, double white steak
In a Tesla, blowin' pressure, bumpin' Heavy Kane
Martin Luther King, I'm a Mr. everything
Sunset Road, I got hoes, red bottom toes
I got hoes in the fall, they're my autumn hoes
Every week switch the paint, that's the baller code
Chopper, chopper, chopper, chopper
Sneeze, wipe his nose (Dro)

Pop it, get cheddar
Stupid ice (water, water)
Louboutins on my feet (feet, feet)
Baller, baller
Ferragamo, Gucci, Louis (pressure, pressure, pressure)
I can brick it, I can flip it (yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)

I got two bitches wit me and they goin' both ways
I got two pistols on me and I'm gunnin' both ways
On a perk and a addy boy I'm geekin' both ways
Got it made in the shade, gettin' money both ways

Range Rover, take my truck in the safari
Testarossa with the 'Rari
My lil' bitch look like Barbie
Fuck Ruth's Chris, we go to Hardee's
Sniper rifle, don't start me
Voice-activate Benz, no car key
Clear whip, same color Bacardi
I'm riding 'round bumpin' Paul McCartney
Oysters, live squids, shark meat
I'm saucy and I'm elegant bitch, pardon me
I'm really a killer, thriller manilla
Look how I did 'em, come to a world Basquait art meet
I'm really a chief, what kind of beef you want with Dro?
Like Arby's, we got all the meats
Thousand round, .50 cal take out all your peeps
Sometimes tell London to pull out all the pieces
Couple SS, I'm bustin' a special TEC's, special broad
Shorty got special neck
Special number 8, section that
Me and mama on welfare, my homeboy too
Free my niggas in Jackson by Andrew Jackson
Hancock, haters, what's happenin'?
Sent my partna to say "what's happenin'?"
Real ice, let it breathe again, Braxton, Toni

Bitch pop it, get cheddar
Stupid ice (water, water)
Louboutins on my feet (feet, feet)
Baller, baller
Ferragamo, Gucci, Louis (pressure, pressure, pressure)
I can brick it, I can flip it (yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)

I got two bitches wit me and they goin' both ways
I got two pistols on me and I'm gunnin' both ways
On a perk and a addy boy I'm geekin' both ways
Got it made in the shade, gettin' money both ways

Gettin' brain in the Chevy while the motor runnin'
In the club on that gas, smell that odour on me
Bitch back up on me, got that Rollie on me
Tell your partner quit watchin', got the .40 on me

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