Lyrics:

Well, I'm blowin' kush, endorsin' it
For those that ain't as fortunate
I work my fork, I work my wrist
Got babies like the orphanage
I cabbage like a Cabbage Patch
Got collard greens and turtles, bitch
I turn them in the turnin' lane
I'm always in a foreign whip
My trap boomin' like Bloomingdale's
Alone like the Ricks
Got bank like Lloyd, Yayo, like Tony
But won't give you 50 Cent
Red rubies on my Rolex bezel
It look like I slit my wrist
White diamonds like I'm Liberace
Bitch, come here and kiss my fist
I use Cristal for Listerine
I brush my teeth with pure codeine
I wash my face with bottled water
Drink champagne straight out the bottle
All my whips got superchargers
All my hoes are supermodels
He go hard but I go harder
He faker than Harry Potter

He try to turn up with two hundred ones
He's makin' me laugh
I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga
I don't fuck with no glass
I dont fuck with no glass

So many gualas in my pants, nigga
It's makin' me sad
And when I leave up out the lot, nigga
Top in the trash

So much money in my safe
I don't think that I can close it
So much money in my jeans
I don't think that I can tote it
Had a good day
And then I went and bought a Roley
Shorty brain me so crazy
Had to tell the girl to hold it
Got a college girl
Girl, just spoken words
She think that she a poet
When I smash the girl, just spoken words
I have to keep her focused
About to put me out the buildin'
Cause I got to know the neighbors
Say I'm smokin' loud and they complainin'
About the noise of fragrance
Think I'm going through a phase
Cause my verses are amazing
Think I'm walkin' through a maze
When I'm walkin' through the station
Drawin' pictures with my words
While these other niggaz tracin'
Walkin' back and forth pacin'
Like my girl gonna have a baby

He try to turn up with two hundred ones
He's makin' me laugh
I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga
I don't fuck with no glass
I dont fuck with no glass

So many gualas in my pants, nigga
It's makin' me sad
And when I leave up out the lot, nigga
Top in the trash


When I pull up to the lot, aye
All the hoes gonna drop, aye
They look at his watch, aye
Like look at his car
Look at his rings and chains
Look at his his bling bling, aye
That nigga stuntin', just damn near killed the scene

Make bitches scream and faint, aye
I just poured me up a pint, of that purple
I dont like red
You want to fight bitch, you might be dead, aye
Red white chalk, some niggaz in the red with black holes
Countin' so much damn cream, hurt my damn thumb
I was tryin' to fuckin' eat, bit my damn tongue

He try to turn up with two hundred ones
He's makin' me laugh
I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga
I don't fuck with no glass
I dont fuck with no glass

So many gualas in my pants, nigga
It's makin' me sad
And when I leave up out the lot, nigga
Top in the trash the trash