In the coupe doin' donuts with no seat-belt
Yeah she know I'm a street nigga but I mean well
Twist my tongue in that pussy sally seashells
Ballin' on these niggas like I'm Sprewell
And I ain't get it for retail
They only gon' know whatchu tell them
Yeah he say he got them bitches nigga mail them
Yeah I got some foreign clothes I can't spell them
Yeah the way I'm bout my goals should have went to Spelman
Spent two-point-five K on a book-bag
Yeah I heard she bought that chain and they took it
Yeah I bought expensive clothes cause they ain't look bad
Yeah, I was high bitch I'm smokin' tooka