[ Featuring Peezy ]
Top$ide
Sixty for the charm but that ain't shit though
Turn this shit up on the headphones a lil' bit more
I feel grimey as hell right now, you know?
Facts, nigga
My motherf*ckin' face balled up, right now
Mm, ugh, ah
Boy, I'll growl on one you bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, nigga
Sixty for a motherf*ckin' charm, that ain't shit though
Bitch, you better hope I don't go broke, I'm pullin' Kick Door
Bitch, I lost money then you had, I'm still rich though
Bitch, I'm sippin' on a twelfth of Wock, this ain't no Tris ho'
She hate the way I act, I just can't help it, I'm the shit
I left my show and came back to the trap to sell a brick
I left the O and went back to the K, I'm in the sticks
I'll leave this rap shit alone and get back in the mix
Shh, you know what's goin' on
She gon' tell me, "Pull up when you leave, don't leave your hoe at home"
Made a hunnid G's in like three days, I wasn't even gone that long
Come back home and re-up, jump back on that road
Too many niggas that have they phone tapped so I'm back on the beeper
Bad bitch called me up, I paint her face, now she like Mona Lisa
Came straight home from jail, it wasn't two weeks, I got back on the Keisha
I feel like Pookie she keep callin' me and I just can't leave her
Boy, get off my dick cause you ain't got no cheese
Made a half a mil at home, I ain't have to leave
Knocked her down off a Perc', now she harassin' me
Bitch it ain't no limit to this pape', I feel like Master P
Yeah, Michael Corleone, sippin' good, twerkin' mobile phones
I had to cut it on to get the money, leave them hoes alone
I'm all through TSA with package on me, Boston George in Blow
I told the DEA that I'm retired, we just sellin' songs
I never ever-ever love 'em like my dough
Dolce tee was like three hunnid but my Sprite was more
Your lil' bitch must be impatient 'cause she tryna go
Last shit you niggas dropped, I wouldn't even know
I brought one, she brought one, I can't sleep alone
Countin' money, talkin' numbers, plug on speaker phone
I've been handlin' my business, gettin' bigger with the gang
A couple watchin' from the stands 'cause they went against the grain
Stop with all that playin', I pay, they dip you in your grave
All this pape', man, it's hard not to change
