[Featuring Tung Twista]
Now for some typical reason
I'm rollin up some hoes and pattin my back seat hah
My pimpin lyrical tactics is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress
Now flex this
Verse One: Tung Twista
Now I just be
On the front porch with a torch ready to scorch
two women peepin me cause really I'm gone
In the zone they havin thoughts of freakin me
keepin me company bumpin me for the privacy I'm on
They can see I'm a cool muhfucka kickin the petty
down with a tango on my razor fade
Peanut butter complexion to silly processions
of bitties a fifty sack got some reefers and a razor blade
Like a game of Spades, crack the bullshit
these days was made for me to devise strictly games that paid
Women freakin me greedy lickin me doin body graffiti
throwin they panties up on the stage, are you up on the age?
Two players in the Chi, you're thinkin Do Or Die
you and I can be naked cause I'm the love that you've been thinkin of
The style of flow is a vocal calico
to show you with the mic I be speakin love, what's the words, weak and
numb
Go to my crib, no need to bring a mask and glock
try not to pass the block, gettin more hot than the astronauts
sippin After Shock
I ball cause I see you all on Rap-a-Lot
let's get parley and then crack the spot
Plenty Henny for my crew and I ain't even broke up half a knot
Keep on holdin me while I roll to be we can smoke or ride
and you can play with me to keep the passion hot
Don't you know how the money flow
Chorus:
Don't you know, how the money flow
Don't you know, how the money flow
Verse Two: Belo
Mmmm, now they peep a brother Rolex
Try and get race car, heavy on the skin tech
