(Verse)
Hollywood but it’s north-west sidey
2-0-6 like the number of bones in yo body
She bought a room for us and I boned in the lobby
If you hit the room you would owe more than Gadhafi
Eatin first Teriyaki, purple and brown harachi
Sloppy toppy got me naughty and I see rentals in my chi tea
Copy, copy
All these n***as ever do so much
I’m feeling like I’m not me
f** with the one time none time
You subtract, I look the racks plus sign
I’m never off, Garth Brooks had going pop
With my white b**h, never look back
USC pound a whole key in her book bag
Parents set a trust fund for er and I took that
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No, I need it
Get your life fore the grim reaper get it
When she goes bankrupt then he can get it
Rockin team with you’re fitted
I quit it like a Cochrane cakes
Take my pickings, then I roll like a Stockton play
This Christian was raised with j**s
Would knock yo b**h if she came in nude
But she through
(Hook x2)
God, if I gotta go
At the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
I need all my hoes in the front row
All my hoes in the front row
(Verse)
Wuddup? Young Dober, I stay with bad b**hes
I mean b**hes so bad I use my crib to add attention
Tried to tell em it was pimpin but these n***as never listen
Find er right up Manchester if yo baby mama missin
s**er poof n***a, I’m the truth
Money through the roof
Everything slow but paper off a 7 of that juice
Ridin coupes, leanin with yo boo
This sh** what I do
I go old hunneds in my wrap, sh** ain’t nothing new
I got Mustard on the bidny and yo b**h on the fitny
I keep stacks on top, boy yo dollars all pigmey
Aye I’m ballin on em, stay tryna defend me
Steady takin shots at n***as man but that sh** don’t offend me
I just made another 50 through my e-mail n***a
For this rap we ballin hard and so they retail n***a
Run yo mouth about the kids, you like a female, n***a
Yo show money couldn’t get my whip a D tail n***a
Aye, young boys pullin euros out the lot
Man I would take yo girl but I heard that b**h about
I got homies who got plots and got mo homies than flock
You wanna be rich out the hood, it’s best you think up out the box, aye
Told this world that its f** you, pay me
For the last 8 months I rolled around in a Mercedes
Talkin Lexus, drop head Caddies
And b**hes don’t call me by my name, they call me Crook
(Hook x2)
God, if I gotta go
At the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
I need all my hoes in the front row
All my hoes in the front row
(Verse)
My, if I gotta go, just take life slow
They bein haters online, that’s a typo
Young Veggies, I’m bout to give the game lipo
She bust it open for the fee, you getting pisto
I’m rightin wrongs, write songs and we don’t wife hoes
Mustard on the beat, that’s gon make the function go
I’m makin money while I’m swaggin, that’s a W
You the first and lose, comin in number 2
f** you sayin hoe? Let yo man loose
She leave me for a lame? She a lame too
I’m out here getting to it, tryna keep my name true
Mama used me in the shower like shampoo
I know they told you I’m the boy but I’m the man too
Could make a chick think but I could make it dance too
My cousin took er here and he know wussup
I’m putting money on his books while I’m rollin up
The best part about it, when I make you open up
And then I turn you round back, stripes be going up
Young n***as run the city, I signed a declaration
Alcohol in yo system, she saw that temptation
We split them hoes up, I call it segregation
Siroc might show her panties
Now that’s that product placement
I’ll rock them Puma Suedes, we do them Pradas too
Wasn’t rappin I could be a fashion model too
(Hook x2)
God, if I gotta go
At the funeral
Could I get all my hoes in the front row?
I need all my hoes in the front row
All my hoes in the front row