:Well f** these n***as i got em
I pull up in a Maserati,see See I eat rappers for hobbies, rich homie quan ain nobody
I used to sell that boy molly
I hit yo ho well im sorry
I skeeted all on her body, im in the hood all through the week, boy you ain from the projects n***a talkin bout hoes
Pulling up at they show
100 n***as, 100 choppers we all trained to go
They stole my flow and you know, that a whole another topic
HOOK
Well tell these n***as i got em, i got em, i got em, i got em,i got em
Somebody call the p**y n***a i got em, i got em, i got em, i got em
Somebody please tell these n***as imma keep f**ing they hoes
I keep rocking these shows
Tell these n***as i got em, i got em, i got em, i got em
(on the phone with quan)
Verse two
Tell these n***as i got em, f** these n***as i got em, say you got guns but i doubt it
The gansta sh** you ain bout it, that gansta sh** you ain bout it
See that lil song got me hot, now i need all of that you got and
Them lil 9 months wasn't sh**, you broke in yo daddy spot
We know, you's duck, you's a ho, that foe show
Pillow talking to the hoes, on the low
That my style that my flow and you know
How the hell the n***a say that boy
See the diffrence between me and you
Is that you lie about the things you do and
You might talk that life, but you ain bout that life
Hook
On the phone with quan again