Hey miss whattup? Tone got luck

I wore a lot of jewelry and I never got stuck!

Cats like the way I write, dressed like a superstar

Take care of family so I don't have stupid cars

Peace to all the single ladies, struggle with a rough life

Baby daddy threaten that's aight, check out my man Trife

Represent Stapleton, raised in the West

780 Anderson, now I'm the best

Stoppin all bets, slammin niggaz like Barkley

Back in my reefer days, sellin you parsley

Always kept aluminum, bags in the car seat

Them not show doin them, that's where the NARCs be

Came to play no games and stay in your lane

and the ratchet's on your brain and fuck entertainment y'all

The big spender rock a robe in November

I never broke but I throw my trees up in the blender



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Yeah, how you like it baby?

You want a good time, you alright, you alright?

C'mon, how you like me baby?

You have a good time tonight?



Yo! Better shoe spots, red and blue drops

I used to serve those, those my rooftops

Dane cracked the window when the fuckin room's hot

If my CD was skippin get a different boombox

New socks full of Polo, champ rugged low Mocc's

So hot, right before I popped the fuckin show stopped

You can't box, I seen better hands on an old clock

The old ox never marked you, I'ma blow pop

Prophesized Don it's me, aqua blue mink

And my bitch arms'll be, 20 G's scrill

Niggaz like "Pardon me," I'ma be honesty

Your man with the Dom P more like Sean Connery

Heard he fight crime like the old man Barnaby

Givin you the business, crackheads and the wannabeez

And I keep drugs in the Tony Starks pharmacy

Desperate Housewives slobbin me cause they honor me



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[Singing]

Hey, Mister! Please let my niggaz in

Thugs and my women in, you don't want no problem with meeeeee

We got them burners on the dancefloor

Goons is already in, shanks and machetes in

Three to the head again, Ghost Remy Hennesyyyyyy

All y'all haters wit'chall math off



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