[Intro]
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
TV installed in the mirror, laid back–ahhhh
(Yeah, Baby, you did this one)
Ahhhh
(Baby on the track, got the beat slidin')


[Verse]
TV installed in the mirror, laid back, watchin' movies In jacuzzi baths
Add the money up, like i do the math
I was stackin' paper, I ain't never go to school, I was new to class
Beat the block down, like I do the bag
I'll cheat on a bitch, with another bitch, with another bitch
Damn, all my bitches mad
I got 3 bitches, ho-ho-ho, all my bitches bad
I'm the real Santa Claus for Christmas, came through with the biggest bag
Damn, I would put you on your feet, but you can't flip a bag
You ain't tip no strippers, you been in the club all week, got the bitches mad
If I ain't get kicked out, I'm in d—hehe
If I ain't get kicked out, I'm in detention class
I was skippin' school all day in the bitches class
Everybody graduated broke, like how the fuck I'm in the richest class?
Oh, I was probably in ISS, what the fuck that mean?
Aye, In School Suspension class
I'm in Vegas on the top floor, at the Bellagio
I don't wanna fuck, I want head, you got sloppy throat
Bitch head water, I'm just tryna dive in it like Geronimo
When I'm done with you, bitch, you gotta go
I can tell you about some bullshit you ain't gotta know
Damn, like I hit your sister
Bitch say she don't smoke Backwoods, said she smoke Swishers
I mean like bitch, why they gotta be so small though?
Like–it's like, it's only like a .4 in there
Like babygirl, like, you gotta get it together
Bad bitch say she don't smoke Backwoods, she don't like the taste
Smokin' all my weed with my friends, I don't like to face
I just hit the gas, I don't like the brakes
I just wanna fuck you, then I'm gone, I don't like to date
Lately, I been thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, I don't–huh
I don't like today
I'm the Coochie Man, fuck around and grow my wings, I might fly away
N***a play me wrong, he might die today
N***a died for a contract, he might sign today
Damn, n***a signed his life away
What the fuck you?–ahhhh
Why the fuck you keep throwin' lows? Throw the dice away
You a muhfuckin' crash dummy, throw your life away
I don't give a fuck about no jewelry, throw the ice away
How the fuck I'm gettin' high as hell, but I'm drivin' straight?
Aye, mix a 4 of Wock with a 4 of Triz, that's a 8 of what?
Me and Louie had 2020, I can't make this up
You do not appreciate–AHHHH!
You do not appreciate lean, you can't–damn
Aye, you can't taste my cup
Even if I dangle from a bridge, you can't make me jump
Really in the game, you can't ball, you can't make this dunk