I been feeling so damn dope now lately
I wake up early with a girly, she ain't my lady
It's just another toy, give me pain, give me joy
It's the pyrex pot fisht, spot blaze boy, louder
[Hook:]
b**hes love soda, cooking like it's folders
In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor
I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma
This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These b**hes love soda, mixed with the foca
Put the fire lower, burn it down slower
Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know
But these b**hes love soda
The names had me pow up, oh they call me...
A the... houses, snow like an aspic
Psb them dope boys, everybody know that
I am a dealer and a k**er but don't quote that
We don't f** with chuck n***as
We rather get bucks with it
A bunch of pretty hoes, lot of fly b**hes f** with us
Could be your girlfriend, or your baby mama
You just gotta deal with it, cause you don't want drama
I ain't taking losses, michael take some porsches
For a test driving, buy it if I like the horses
I can really do that, ask my n***a wu jack,
He just bought a new mac, and he fiending to shoot that
[Hook:]
b**hes love soda, cooking like it's folders
In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor
I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma
This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These b**hes love soda, mixed with the foca
Put the fire lower, burn it down slower
Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know
But these b**hes love soda
Man I be on that bullsh**, what did you expect though
Born and raised in brooklyn, you n***as just slept close
Fronting gets you nowhere, so don't even go there
I hit you in your face quick, red dot, reindeer
Now you just a rudolph, headshots a rude off
I ain't got no manners, I demand you take your j**els off
Only robbing f** boys just to violate them
Diamonds in my Jesus, God why you create them
If I ruled the world, it would be s**er free
And it would be a joy and I would have every key
Even in the drought still I had plenty keys
Asking n***as getting money, what's the truth about me, aha
[Hook:]
b**hes love soda, cooking like it's folders
In my grandma basement, she say boy what's that odor
I say I don't know ma, I love the aroma
This the smell of money when you lit it make it longer
These b**hes love soda, mixed with the foca
Put the fire lower, burn it down slower
Spin it like a roller, keep some freezer water
And a honest smoker, they gonn let you know
But these b**hes love soda.