When I cook up coke I'm like (Woo hoo) And the feens taste it (Woo hoo)
You know the it and base it Tell em to paste it, man they gettin' (Woo hoo)
Look at mami in them (Woo hoo) She exactly how it feel like (Woo hoo)
Baby, I and discuss it, lets go public Yeah, fuck up my budget, my like (Woo hoo)
Hey, you how much you spent (Woo hoo) And then I hand her a check, she (Woo hoo)
get offended but I get it Much quicker I spend it Yeah, yeah, (Woo hoo)
when I get a new gun, I'm like (Woo hoo) And when I load it to the top I'm (Woo hoo)
I don't abuse it, this I make music Hope I don't have to use it, (Woo hoo)
Now his mothers there like (Woo hoo) Look what they did to his face, I (Woo hoo)
Just this, yo doggie I'm being Don't this money for granted
I can't this, baby It's like me tryin' to why is water wet Or why is the sun hot Or why birds fly and don't, well I do
I step up like (Woo hoo) They good god almighty, she be killin' em' (Woo hoo)
Ass so fat make a say (Woo hoo) How you get all that, with the same the back Let 'em hit it the back
Now he my (Woo hoo) Lick it all up, don't be my (Woo hoo)
Get up in that gut, put your in my (Woo hoo) You a big boy right, nah you up a fight Nigga, why you so up
I'm on the like (Woo hoo) But you see the stones and the you like (Woo hoo)
Dust bitches off up out my way like (Woo hoo) Yeah, have a nice day, let me grab you through the way Stay the up out my face
me tell 'em like (Woo hoo) Hoping I don't crash, pray to god (Woo hoo)
it down a little, take the key off that (Woo hoo) That be the coupe, the bitch who did me Dupe, see leg is too cute
This wilding shits Y'all know nothin' about this This nigga I with overseas Byrd Lady
His and her Call me the fur, I'm stuntin' on y'all bitches, man You see me though
They (Woo hoo) Become to every bubble got 'em like (Woo hoo)
Every flip I double, come through like (Woo hoo) When she see the kid muscle But she singin' like the clique in trouble
But I'm (Woo hoo) Every day a different hustle, like (Woo hoo)
Every time the a bundle, so I'm yellin' (Woo hoo) your friends to get a couple I'm the one from 'em, love 'em you how to get a hustle
So I (Woo hoo) Get your clique in huddle, you'll be singin' (Woo hoo)
You put it in a bigger duffel, to say (Woo hoo) We ain't with the bottle Get it in the hump, put it in the Run it Jones, don't stutter or stumble
Come through like a one, two They be loving how I be stunting' a thug do I cuff you, I slut you, my thought boo What the with the brothers who don't fuck boo If you to, gotta