[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus:]
[Clean version:]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the j**elery store, looking at sh** you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as f** when you see me ride by
[Dirty version:]
n***a you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
n***a you's a window shopper
In the j**elery store, looking at sh** you can't buy
n***a you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
n***a you's a window shopper
Mad as f** when you see me ride by
[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
I'm on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
Funny how a n***a get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid ain't gonna follow that bullsh**
Try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you done f**ed up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y'all n***as better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
n***a When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
n***as Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad b**hes you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a n***a wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a b**h like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my s** game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, sh** changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
sh** man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus]