Ho stop playin' (yes) Ho stop playin' Ho stop playin' (bitch) Ho stop playin' (bitch) Ho stop playin' Ho stop playin' (yes) Ho stop playin' Ho stop playin'
Bitch, well you play too much Yeah, I'm the based God, yeah I bang too much Take you out right fast, so smooth to touch Sometimes I disappear, are you in a rush? Can you picture foriegn whips with you in the front? I'm like a old porsche, I don't front Meet me in the front in ten minutes I can open up my hand you see nothin' up in it When I close that motherfucker, bet there's money up in it Who the pimp? Bitch, I pimp myself
Ask what's up, only a nigga with the gtc You can't even, you never seen me Who you wish, who a myth to most people come out Of the lights at night I be on that 40 l like the dope taste right Bitch I'm in the new maybach, ten suede back Hit you with the cater ace at 'Til cellphones of every motherfucker bills paid Ho ya know that
(Ooh, does this feel like december 85th)
Bitch Bitch you know a bitch that might know a bitch that know a bitch That really knows the bitch that owes the bitch She a nosey bitch that's why I love the bitch Did I mention more money in different spots? I be on the sax fifth and block ain't hot And I be out in paris while they be out on hop I be hustlin' all day, bitch put down them rocks
Ask kriss kross, my og got robbed for his watch And his bitch took that charge (damn) And she brought them boys pain Bitch, open up your eyes and serve a life to the game I don't call her, [?] get money
Yeah, like I said, uh, this that classic Really this that classic west coast music, you know You can ride to it Like I said, it's ya boy, lil b Yeah, turn your stereos up If you're playin' this at the party, turn this shit up If you cruisin in your car Might be chillin' with a fine lady
You know, you might just be chillin' by yourself, you know Zonin' out, got a blunt rolled Like I said, this that #1 bitch mixtape You ain't got nothin' to worry about You know, this all gangsta, you know Can't be no fakin' around here, you feel me? Can't be no fakin', no player hatin'
(Don't this sound like that troy aikmen shit Remember the cowboys, man Niggas used to be out there goin' crazy Uh, like bitch, smack, smack, bitch)
Compositor: Brandon Christopher Mccartney ECAD: Obra #47600542