Ralph Martinez - X Marks and Wristbands lyrics

[Hook: Ralph Martinez] Walk up on the scene, got the whole club rockin' Fresh pair of jeans, I got money in my pocket Just tell me how you want it girl you know that I got it If you really bout' it bout' it then baby let's get it poppin' Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin' Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin' Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it Aye, let's get it poppin' [Verse 1: Ralph Martinez] I'm in this hoe, yeah I'm this b**h They say I'm too lyrical, well here go some ignant sh** Swaggin' out in my ray bans, stompin' out in my ACG's You know what is when I'm up in this b**h, these hoes just flip when they see me Cause' they know I'm the man hoe, don't be actin' like you ain't know You can tell I'm not the same man I was a year ago Now I just chuck the duces if it ain't about them cash rolls Now let's have a toast for all the douches and the a** holes Sippin' on drank, puffin' on dank, real a** n***a there's nothin' I can't do Lately I feel like I can't lose I'm faded, I'm faded, I'm faded, I'm up in the clouds Come in your town and I'm shuttin' it down Look how these n***as be runnin' they mouth They must not understand what I'm about [Hook: Ralph Martinez] Walk up on the scene, got the whole club rockin' Fresh pair of jeans, I got money in my pocket Just tell me how you want it girl you know that I got it If you really bout' it bout' it then baby let's get it poppin' Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin' Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it Yeah let's get it poppin', hey, let's get poppin' Just tell me how you want it girl, you know that I got it Aye, let's get it poppin' [Verse 2: Michael Red] n***as sayin' I get broads right They black, they spanish, they all types They want it, they get it right on sight Spend it all f** that cost right? My girlfriend got a girlfriend and her girlfriend got a girlfriend We throwin' parties and we only lettin' girls in It's all right, yeah it's all night Oh they talk and we live it man them n***as all hype And my jeans get big with them racks in it Car got big and got a** in it White on white and it's black tinted I need a louie v bag with some stacks in it These women talkin' crazy, come so far just to see me Gas prices so high they can't wait till' I'm on TV I said women talkin' crazy, come so far just to see me Gas prices so high they can't wait till' I'm on TV [Verse 3: Chabo] They say Chabeezy damn you, you be actin' brand new b**h I think I'm BCU, b**h I think I'm FAMU And I don't just f** anything, girl I'm hella picky I need a yellow bone, with a** like nicki But tell the waiter, bring me some mo' bottles Hold up bruh, bring me some mo' models Full house in that VIP, upper hand when them cards dealt Ralph M. and that TM baby come and get yo' heartfelt