作曲:Key Glock
作词:Key Glock
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Soon as I walk through the door uh
Designer it and apos;s head to toe yeah
Young ** all and apos;bout his dough uh yeah yeah
My ** come get your ho yeah b***h
Paid cash I don and apos;t have a note uh
Hell yeah I want me a Rolls Wraith
Spent twenty racks on my rose chain
These ** hatin' is so lame
I and apos;m ballin and apos; need Rogane
Hop out the drop smokin' propane yeah
I do my damn thing
Boy you ain't nothin' but a d**n shame
Smashin and apos; your b***h yeah your main thing
Come get your ho off my ding-a-ling
Poof on the bicth just like David Blaine
Balenci runners no shoe strings
I drip so much sauce I done left a stain
You get the picture without the frame
I pull out the pistol I bet that I bang
Play hot potato with his motherf**kin and apos; brain
I shoot to kill so you know I got aim
You just a S**tzu and I'm a great Dane
You know I get to the cream with my gang
We Paper Route it is not Wu-Tang
Soon as I walk through the door uh b***h
Designer it's head to toe yeah
Young ** all and apos;bout his dough uh yeah yeah
My ** come get your ho yeah
Paid cash I donand apos;t have a note uh
Hell yeah I want me a Rolls Wraith
Spent twenty racks on my rose chain rose gold
These ** hatin' is so lame
Hop in the foreign to change lanes hop in the
Young ** fly as a d**n plane fly as a
Walk in the hoes go insane yeah
Ice on my Patek my wrist sprained ice
I'm rich bicth Glock Rick James I and apos;m rich
Cuttin' these checks like sensei cut
And that s**t like every day yeah
If I ainand apos;t gettin' paid then I'm gettin' laid yeah
Yo b***h