[ Featuring cartier ]
Geeked as f*ck and I'm tweakin', I'on even know what the f*ck to say
This the ASSOCIATVE MEMBERZ, we geek up every f*ckin' day
You gon' see that Trackhawk, parked outside, in the f*ckin' rain
Beat up the box and she call me her saint, what the f*ck I just got paid
Money on me, got yo bitch boutta faint, I'on give f*ck if she late
Come outside in this big ass truck, lil' bitch we late for the rave
Rich boys rock Balenci', where the f*ck are yo f*ckin' shades?
Hey you cool, but do got my money, nah
Hey what's good, I take off yo f*ckin' gown
I'on give no f*ck, boutta f*ck that bitch in the f*ckin'-
Big bucks on me, lil' bitch you know you can't touch it
If I had my shit planned out, I swear I woulda been rich last year
Niggas askin' for a handout, I'on give no f*ck, f*ck you and yo peers
Big body to the asphalt, I take a X like every year
Goin' off the f*ckin' withdrawls, so I take one more just to be clear
That shit sent me to space, bitch I can't feel my face
In this coupe I'm late, bitch I'm swervin' past the jakes
I told yo bitch she fine, she said "Shut up oh and bye"
She don't know that I tried to die, no suicide just fried, yeah
That shit sent me to space, bitch I can't feel my face
