Ridin' round with a boss bitch
Faded off of that boss shit
Never gave a fuck about a hater, no And I'm coming through your door Better tell me where the money at Now tell me where the honey's at Should hold hands together And I hope you muthafuckers Calling bitches other names Cause I'm handlin' broads Trying to make it to the big leagues
We ridin' through your city Rollin' with the windows down
[Verse 2 - Young Drummer Boy:] I ride around in my new whip Flexin' with my new bitch My shoes white like cool whip I walk around all cool & shit Bitches acting like who is this And I'm always smokin' that bomb shit Smokin' weed on the couch (couch) She got a blunt in her mouth (mouth) I got a p on my hat (hat) I'm always reppin' my town (town) Yo all my soldiers stay ready (ready) And all my women look good Small waist with a fat ass They already know what I like I only shoot I don't fight I smoke out the wood pipe And I stay blazin' all night Always keepin' it on sight I break em off with that act right