F*ck it, I might have to go and get a bag now
Pussies make me mad, turn to a vet, I give the tags out
First I took the minivan sliding, and it's jags now
Choppa on my side, I call that boy the six rounder
But it'll take you out in one boy, all my blicks do this
They say we never slidin, yeah, until we did, they losin'
And they ain't sliding back, they talk on computers
Drop a hunnid racks, I spend it all on something useless
To momma anyway
I took my money, did my fashion in another way
With the way I be on jets it looks like I'm always vacationing
Bitch, we stay up home in the north, like almost every day
I'm a nationalist, what can I say
F*ck another new bitch every day
In the back of the bach, we f*ck on the way
And she stained my suit, now I gotta hit up the tailor
Used to say she saved me too, that girl ain't dome shit, never
Like, f*ck it, I got spots in Cali and Cabo too
Cancun. 200 homes in 400 feet like Babe Ruth
Like Nemo, you swimming in the money, you get lost too
Like Dory, you swimming in the money, probably come out blue too
That boy goin' federal, he sound like Blue's Clues
But that boy ain't my dawg, so we traded him to Looney Tunes
Don't f*ck with fakes, I don't f*ck with the wannabe goons
Boy, when we slide, I hope you wore your shoes
Like, f*ck it, I got spots in Cali and Cabo too
Cancun, 200 homes in 400 feet like Babe Ruth
(Swimmin' it it)
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F*ck it, I might have to go and get a bag now
Pussies make me mad, turn to a vet, I give the tags out
First I took the minivan sliding, and it's jags now
Choppa on my side, I call that boy the six rounder
But it'll take you out in one boy, all my blicks do this
They say we never slidin, yeah, until we did, they losin'
And they ain't sliding back, they talk on computers
Drop a hunnid racks, I spend it all on something useless
To momma anyway
I took my money, did my fashion in another way
With the way I be on jets it looks like I'm always vacationing
Bitch, we stay up home in the north, like almost every day
I'm a nationalist, what can I say
F*ck another new bitch every day
In the back of the bach, we f*ck on the way
And she stained my suit, now I gotta hit up the tailor
Used to say she saved me too, that girl ain't dome shit, never
Like, f*ck it, I got spots in Cali and Cabo too
Cancun. 200 homes in 400 feet like Babe Ruth
Like Nemo, you swimming in the money, you get lost too
Like Dory, you swimming in the money, probably come out blue too
That boy goin' federal, he sound like Blue's Clues
But that boy ain't my dawg, so we traded him to Looney Tunes
Don't f*ck with fakes, I don't f*ck with the wannabe goons
Boy, when we slide, I hope you wore your shoes
Like, f*ck it, I got spots in Cali and Cabo too
Cancun, 200 homes in 400 feet like Babe Ruth
(Swimmin' it it)
Pussies make me mad, turn to a vet, I give the tags out
First I took the minivan sliding, and it's jags now
Choppa on my side, I call that boy the six rounder
But it'll take you out in one boy, all my blicks do this
They say we never slidin, yeah, until we did, they losin'
And they ain't sliding back, they talk on computers
Drop a hunnid racks, I spend it all on something useless
To momma anyway
I took my money, did my fashion in another way
With the way I be on jets it looks like I'm always vacationing
Bitch, we stay up home in the north, like almost every day
I'm a nationalist, what can I say
F*ck another new bitch every day
In the back of the bach, we f*ck on the way
And she stained my suit, now I gotta hit up the tailor
Used to say she saved me too, that girl ain't dome shit, never
Like, f*ck it, I got spots in Cali and Cabo too
Cancun. 200 homes in 400 feet like Babe Ruth
Like Nemo, you swimming in the money, you get lost too
Like Dory, you swimming in the money, probably come out blue too
That boy goin' federal, he sound like Blue's Clues
But that boy ain't my dawg, so we traded him to Looney Tunes
Don't f*ck with fakes, I don't f*ck with the wannabe goons
Boy, when we slide, I hope you wore your shoes
Like, f*ck it, I got spots in Cali and Cabo too
Cancun, 200 homes in 400 feet like Babe Ruth
(Swimmin' it it)
Writer: Cohen MacNamara
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