[Verse 1: che]
Woo, cuffin'-ya-dread-ass ho
Yeah-yeah, I switch out for a bad-ass ho (Yeah, yeah)
Bankroll on top, bankroll (Bankroll)
You ain't givin top, baby, move (You ain't givin top)
You know a n***a like me can't go
That's why I hate when n***as don't got goals
Y-Yeah, I take her back and break that ho, spin back and bake that ho
Call cap, but it ain't cap, ho, 'cause she don't cap on my bros
I'm on Adderall, smokin out bowls, yeah
Pussy saw fire and he froze
These lil' n***as doubt me, I know that
And you know n***as doubt me, I'm for that
Ask Cayo, "Where my pole at?"
I gotta' hold my bitch like a gnome man
Take your last breathe, yeah, that's so sad
Me and gang boolin' everyday, yeah, we got soul ties
B-Baby, I'm so high, baby, I'm up so so, high
Won't tell that bitch, you don't know, yeah
Wit' a couple bool n***as from Nola
Why these n***as all know? Yeah
And a n***a like me won't won't go away, yeah
Shoot him in the face and his throat, yeah
And this shit goin' in the goal, yeah
Finna keep scrapin' the bowl, yeah
Wanna fuck while jakes on the pole, yeah
And a Glock 9 for ghosts, yeah
If ya SlimeLyfe, wipe ya nose, yeah
And you gon' stand strong like Joe, yeah
You tell me who know sum'
And in my life, yeah, it's more love
Man, I love it when it's cold, yeah
Let me know if you need help, yeah
Wash the blood off wit soap, yeah
And it's zoap right up the [?], yeah
[Verse 2: soser]
Yeah, I love when it's cold
Yeah, I just took yo hoes
You can't see these bands, you broke, yeah
Bet yo' ass get stole
I never bring that coat
Outside in the heat, 'cause shit get cold
Bitch can't tell me shit, I know
Can't even play, 'cause a n***a get hoed
Don't even play, pussy n***a gettin hoed
Take yo' phone, since a n***a feel bold
Stood on top, and you ain't even blow
Step on shit, y'all n***as don't know
Pop out, slatt, young n***a stay up
Cops outside, y'all n***as stay low
Shots off, 'til y'all n***as wan' go
I'm outside, still totin' my pole
Big-ass chop, make a n***a get low
She said love, "Everything on her show"
Ho, I'm not tryna love ya
Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, yeah
Opps outside had to get it on
Oh yeah, on the phone when I'm tryna bone
N***a said he a dog, go get the bone
Story of my life, born in the "O"
That's why you died, actin like a ho
I'm still outside with my pole, yeah
And I might hit you to cope
This bitch don't know what I want, yeah
[Outro]
(Blue Money Gang, cover the world)