I got something for y'all this time
Ay, look, I f*ck my main bitch raw, I f*ck my side bitch raw
I put a turbo by the engine, I did the dash on the low
Got rid of my last bitch's flow, counted up 60 in the loaf
My lil' scam bitch sauce, she get exactly what she want
Hold up, I'm double parking, Bentley's in the front
Hop out, pop the hood, nah, it's the trunk
Sky kickin' pounds around like a punt
Tampa Bay keep some grams in the blunt
Pat Ron, 1800 in a punch
Karate chop ice till it got a crunch
I took a centerfold out the lunch
Dreamt, she was ice, spice, and turnt the munch
Huh? What? Huh
Game time, so I tell big lex to come be my Barbie
If it on me, cost the same as the Carties
I'm f*ckin' a hot bitch, but don't call me pardi
Bet more than a bottle, get popped in this party
Yo, man, try and run up, bae sorry, not sorry
Hold up, ay, I'm ten toes in some old Vans
Countin' money, usin' both hands
Main bitch wanna slow dance
But I'm occupied, countin' more Vans
Holmes stuck his whole damn arm in the pot
He think he Vincent or somethin
Turned the whole hood to the Carter
Nigga ran up and got hit with that thunder
Move, bitch, I'm havin' my way
From the A, but I stay out of state
Sold my uncle, a deuce for the eight, tat'd up to my neck
Bet I won't hit my face, pants on my ass
Got a sag from this pape, still walk around
With this big ol' Trey eight, add one
And another, that's a 40, best stay out the way
Shark in the water, my squid's goin' stupid
Twistin' up blocks like he play with a Rubix
Contract the work, he bounce out with that tool kit
Fool with the drill, he lock in and go stupid
People can tell I ain't used to this money
Got a check, tried to drop it on somethin
Offered ten, counter offered a hundred
Met him at 50, I had it by mornin
I'm ten toes in some old Vans
Countin' money, usin' both hands
Main bitch wanna slow dance
Cause I'm occupied, countin' more Vans
Holmes stuck his whole damn arm in the pot
He think he Vincent or somethin
Turned the whole hood to the Carter
Nigga ran up and got struck with that thunder
Oh
Y'all know what it did
Holmes put the nigga on his shirt
And they ain't gotta say nothin' else
Charlie Pacc
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I got something for y'all this time
Ay, look, I f*ck my main bitch raw, I f*ck my side bitch raw
I put a turbo by the engine, I did the dash on the low
Got rid of my last bitch's flow, counted up 60 in the loaf
My lil' scam bitch sauce, she get exactly what she want
Hold up, I'm double parking, Bentley's in the front
Hop out, pop the hood, nah, it's the trunk
Sky kickin' pounds around like a punt
Tampa Bay keep some grams in the blunt
Pat Ron, 1800 in a punch
Karate chop ice till it got a crunch
I took a centerfold out the lunch
Dreamt, she was ice, spice, and turnt the munch
Huh? What? Huh
Game time, so I tell big lex to come be my Barbie
If it on me, cost the same as the Carties
I'm f*ckin' a hot bitch, but don't call me pardi
Bet more than a bottle, get popped in this party
Yo, man, try and run up, bae sorry, not sorry
Hold up, ay, I'm ten toes in some old Vans
Countin' money, usin' both hands
Main bitch wanna slow dance
But I'm occupied, countin' more Vans
Holmes stuck his whole damn arm in the pot
He think he Vincent or somethin
Turned the whole hood to the Carter
Nigga ran up and got hit with that thunder
Move, bitch, I'm havin' my way
From the A, but I stay out of state
Sold my uncle, a deuce for the eight, tat'd up to my neck
Bet I won't hit my face, pants on my ass
Got a sag from this pape, still walk around
With this big ol' Trey eight, add one
And another, that's a 40, best stay out the way
Shark in the water, my squid's goin' stupid
Twistin' up blocks like he play with a Rubix
Contract the work, he bounce out with that tool kit
Fool with the drill, he lock in and go stupid
People can tell I ain't used to this money
Got a check, tried to drop it on somethin
Offered ten, counter offered a hundred
Met him at 50, I had it by mornin
I'm ten toes in some old Vans
Countin' money, usin' both hands
Main bitch wanna slow dance
Cause I'm occupied, countin' more Vans
Holmes stuck his whole damn arm in the pot
He think he Vincent or somethin
Turned the whole hood to the Carter
Nigga ran up and got struck with that thunder
Oh
Y'all know what it did
Holmes put the nigga on his shirt
And they ain't gotta say nothin' else
Charlie Pacc
Ay, look, I f*ck my main bitch raw, I f*ck my side bitch raw
I put a turbo by the engine, I did the dash on the low
Got rid of my last bitch's flow, counted up 60 in the loaf
My lil' scam bitch sauce, she get exactly what she want
Hold up, I'm double parking, Bentley's in the front
Hop out, pop the hood, nah, it's the trunk
Sky kickin' pounds around like a punt
Tampa Bay keep some grams in the blunt
Pat Ron, 1800 in a punch
Karate chop ice till it got a crunch
I took a centerfold out the lunch
Dreamt, she was ice, spice, and turnt the munch
Huh? What? Huh
Game time, so I tell big lex to come be my Barbie
If it on me, cost the same as the Carties
I'm f*ckin' a hot bitch, but don't call me pardi
Bet more than a bottle, get popped in this party
Yo, man, try and run up, bae sorry, not sorry
Hold up, ay, I'm ten toes in some old Vans
Countin' money, usin' both hands
Main bitch wanna slow dance
But I'm occupied, countin' more Vans
Holmes stuck his whole damn arm in the pot
He think he Vincent or somethin
Turned the whole hood to the Carter
Nigga ran up and got hit with that thunder
Move, bitch, I'm havin' my way
From the A, but I stay out of state
Sold my uncle, a deuce for the eight, tat'd up to my neck
Bet I won't hit my face, pants on my ass
Got a sag from this pape, still walk around
With this big ol' Trey eight, add one
And another, that's a 40, best stay out the way
Shark in the water, my squid's goin' stupid
Twistin' up blocks like he play with a Rubix
Contract the work, he bounce out with that tool kit
Fool with the drill, he lock in and go stupid
People can tell I ain't used to this money
Got a check, tried to drop it on somethin
Offered ten, counter offered a hundred
Met him at 50, I had it by mornin
I'm ten toes in some old Vans
Countin' money, usin' both hands
Main bitch wanna slow dance
Cause I'm occupied, countin' more Vans
Holmes stuck his whole damn arm in the pot
He think he Vincent or somethin
Turned the whole hood to the Carter
Nigga ran up and got struck with that thunder
Oh
Y'all know what it did
Holmes put the nigga on his shirt
And they ain't gotta say nothin' else
Charlie Pacc
Writer: DeQuwan Harden
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