under a hundred thou aint allowed Maybach triple white like I'm riding in a cloud baby you gon' need a towel ride sexy through the city see me you will be aroused my bankroll so well endowed pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style and in crowds catch me in town chillin' fillin b-tches' faces with babies this just ain't a Mercedes, tell the A.T.F. I'm riding with another 380, y'all thought I would fall off, that was just a small loss, fly to N.Y. meet me at the Waldorf, the story '' architecture Victorian, ridin' in the past like you're drivin' a Delorean, hard times never heard of those, in the back, my feet kicked up, with the curtains closed, how yo' b-tch gon' feel in that when you two pull up next to this?
but guess who stays the same,
Yo the piff that I'm blowin' on's f-cking up the ozone, plus I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh), Ice cream (uh), pipe dreams is what they have when I pull up in that light thing (yeah), I put a hurtin' on, I got the curtains drawn, whoever ain't gettin' sh-ted on, I'm squirtin' on, I'm in that 6 duece' 57's for the health, chopper in the trunk, 45 for the belt, bunch of wax dummies all you guys gonna melt, live for your kids, die for yourself, bottles in the sky if you ride for the wealth, if i ain't in the back of the bach,
I came alive like a moff in the Summer time, Japanese wheel blades all samurai, shine brighter than them b-tches on the other side, time to make a blind mother f-cker recognize, amunition got the competion nonexistent, had the bubble crack but didn't have a pot to piss in, I'll double that how dare you try to knock a -gga,