| Walked in the spot, smellin' like ganja |
| Walked in the spot, smellin' like money |
| Walked out the spot, hop in my car, skooskoo riding |
| Pull up on my plug, beep beep, hop out the trap please |
| Hopped in my car, straight hotboxing |
| Bitch’s mouth dropped when she see the top dropping |
| And my mouth drop when I see a lot of money |
| Fallin', swear that this shit ain’t funny |
| I just get the money then I’m goin' out in public, stuntin' |
| Shoulda never gave a young nigga money |
| Fresh as fuck, lookin' like I’m goin' on a luncheon |
| Now I got a belly of a beast, I be munchin' |
| Beauty of the beast, diamonds dancin' |
| With G-L-O-G-A-N-G, ridin' stuntin' |
| But don’t make my pistol sing like Ashanti |
| I beat that mothafucka, Tina Turner |
| Cops on us, nigga turned |
| I’m runnin', I ain’t gettin' served |
| Get away, I be first |
| I’m in this shit til the dirt |
| Throw that money til it end, I’ma catch it Gang banging throwin' sets, bitch |
| Chain hangin' on my neck, bitch |
| Wrist hurt, my watch be doin' damage |
| I stay smokin' on that cat piss |
| You still be smokin' on that cat shit |
| Choppin' up this shit like I’m from Texas |
| New car, I just got it I heard you be on that flag shit |
| Put this pistol to your biceps bitch |
| Bought a pound and smoked the ganja that quick |
| In my car bitch, I’m Sosa so I like fast shit |
| Walked up in the spot, smelled wet shit |
| So I’m like, «Who the fuck is smokin' that shit?» |
| Walked up out the spot with every damn bitch |
| But I’m in a two-seater, all of 'em can’t fit |