(feat. Missy Elliott)


SOUTHERN SMOKE!

Moe miney meenie inny [x3]



I got a bottle, I got a cup

I got ice, so what's up

Walk in the club when suicide close

Feelin like money cause I collect dough

Moe miney meenie inny

Wheres that patrone and hinney

I been sippin on cabonney that shits so strong

Like paris hilton, gotta carry me home

So full, so far gone

Forgot where I parked, n lost my iPhone

Still lookin good and pretty bad bitch in every city

Rocks, diamonds, I got plenty

Ice for the cup, now pour the hinney

Escorted in the club, I brought the whole team

Ain't no guest, buts it's a rockstar theme

Everybody lookin of course it's the queen

They admirin the crown, and the 10 carat ring

I'm known for pimpin these rappers

Exspecially to get a nice walk on my actin

When they actually think that I'm feelin em

That's wen I take they money, then I'm killin em



I got a bottle, I got a cup

I got ice, so what's up

Walk in the club when suicide close

Feelin like money cause I collect dough

Moe miney meenie inny

Wheres that patrone and hinney



Watch me get ghost in the phantom

Somethin like a pimp like david banner

PIMP

I crooked letta crooked letta I crooked letta

Crooked letta I humpback humpback

I, am so off the chain

Spyin bottles ain a thing

Plus I'm gonna make it rain

So much money think shes insane

You a 7 digit nigga if u holla at a brah

With a 7 digit figga u should come in by da bah

I'm talkin bout bottles, cabolley

I'm wet and hott like lava

I'm switchin 4 lanes in range

Hangin at da coupe talkin money ain a thing

Comin all out my shirt on champain

Damn lil miss trina off da chain



I got a bottle, I got a cup

I got ice, so what's up

Walk in the club when suicide close

Feelin like money cause I collect dough

Moe miney meenie inny

Wheres that patrone and hinney



I don't swerve I spin

Grab a pearl grand ten

I'm so stinky stinky rich,

My damn dogg drive a benz

Tied up blue diamond shoes

Shinin suits, liverachi boo

Stuntin on you, like boo who you

I'm a icon ya bitch I though u knew

I only drop bombs, hatas b like uh-uh

Girl who she think she is

I'm is wut u want is

Girl I don't want yo man but I'll yo man

Yo man and his friend they both my fans

U don't understand miss deameanor ain playin

Wen we go out to eat I got yo man payin