Sci Fi - DMC lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah Sci Fi on the beat Turn me up sis Yeah, away, yeah [Hook] Yeah, (why) Adidas on me like I'm DMC Yeah, (why) your b**h wanna hang with me She wanna smoke dank with me She wanna bust jugs and ride in the Range with me Yeah, why, but b**h so glad to see I run to the money That b**h is so dumb, that b**h actin' scummy And what is so funny? I'm juugin' so hard she think it was funny My Rolex cost 40 These b**hes so dizzy she thought it was seventy Now check this out honey I get to the money, I get to the money [Verse] I'm catchin' plays like a quarterback Had to run me up a sack I was broke but now I'm back You run up on me? Blow your back And shoutout to my broski Mac I ain't talkin' fast, rollin' off a flat I wanna leave but they at Yellow b**h is where it's at All this Bape like a f**in' monkey I f** your b**h, she a f**in' junkie I put the dick up in her tummy And now these b**hes lookin' scummy Your man, he f**in' bummy You ain't talkin' sh** you ain't talkin' money I be runnin' to the hundreds I swear to God they blue hundreds [Hook] Yeah, why, Adidas on me like I'm DMC Yeah, why, your b**h wanna hang with me She wanna smoke dank with me She wanna bust juugs and ride in the Range with me Yeah, why, but b**h so glad to see I run to the money That b**h is so dumb, that b**h actin' scummy And what is so funny? I'm juugin' so hard she think it was funny My Rolex cost 40 These b**hes so dizzy she thought it was seventy Now check this out honey I get to the money, I get to the money