I'm talking more money than an episode of Apprentice
I'm talking opening credits, man I'm just hoping you get it
So much flossing man I don't go to the dentist
All this bread overflowing might throw a loaf to you peasants
You see the gold in the pendant? The f**ing glow is irreverrent
50 g's for the jesus peice, b**h I'm going to heaven
I'm rocking Christian Dior, yo girl wanna get in the door
So I let her in the whip, said "I know you see the dick girl whatchu kissin me for?"
I got the b**hes and the money, cannot tell me nothing
Balling like I got the game sliders on 100
Mama saying "Save up!", pockets saying "f** it!"
Might go buy you some new shoes and tell you to go and kick the bucket
f** ya life, might as well, you ain't doing nothing right
Cop YSl, never on sale, might even tell them to up the price
Only f** with dimes, maybe some nines, but that was only once or twice
I swear the best day of your life to us is just another night
[Hook]
We spazzin' b**h, we spazzin b**h
We spazzin' ho, we spazzin' ho
We spazzin' b**h, we spazzin b**h
We spazzin' ho, we spazzin' ho
We spazzin' b**h, we spazzin b**h
We spazzin' ho, we spazzin' ho
We spazzin' b**h, we spazzin b**h
We spazzin' ho, we spazzin' ho
We come around, we shut sh** down
We run the town, we spazzin'
We come around, we shut sh** down
We run the town, we spazzin'
[Verse 2: OwdaBounds]
b**hes they come and go, got em lined up like dominoes
You knock em up and I knock em down and then vaminos, you gots go
Growing up as a snotty nose, and I'm still the one lil mami chose
So now the car that I'm rollin through is all white like karate clothes
The crowd all got they hands up, I got yo girl in hand cuffs
Man I don't know why you mad at me so quit playin tough, you ain't sayin stuff
You wit yo girl actin soft and sh**, I'm wit yo girl and got a hardened dick
Backseat bumpin Robin Thicke, and she boppin it, gone need losengers
We spazz out no siezure, after the show I go sieze her
And now I got you heated cause my picture's all on her t shirt
These other dudes just can't manage, bragaduccio outlandish
And at parties I'm a magician cause I'll make yo girl vanish
Cause we spazzin retarted, yet we still haven't started
And no matter what you do I take that a** home regardless
Cause its native strangers, rollin swishas
Native strangers, foldin b**hes
And we ain't talkin racing when I got yo b**h in pole position and we spazzin
[Hook]