[Intro]
On gang, yeah
I love you
(JTK)
Damn, just sayin' shit
Oh, oh, with me
Oh, forgive me

[Verse]
Oh lord (Oh lord)
I thought that you had known
That I’m done trippin' 'bout a ho
Pillsbury Crippin’ all he want the dough
Tell that bitch put her clothes on the floor
Oh lord, oh, no
I hope this plan goes
The way I made it out
These racks in my bank account, oh, lord (JTK)
Please, tell me you love me
Tell me that you love me
Oh won't you trust me
Do you wanna fuck me?
She wanna fuck me
That lil' bitch is ugly
She can't take care of me
Oh that lil' ho musty
These hoes be dusty
These hoes wanna fuck on you and then they wanna fuck me
WD-40 on her clit, it's rusty
I don't even care, these lil' bitches busty
Hop out the coupe and then kill the n***a
Hop out the coupe and then kill the scene
Stupid lil’ bitch what you wanna do?
You know a young n***a boolin’
808 the engineer
And he coolin' and he bool in here
Aw damn, she’s a bitch, ah, damn who the fuck is she fooling?
I got, I got my n***as in here with me too
Smoking on swishers in here with me too
I, I thought that I thought I told
You this shit'll never get old (JTK)
Bankroll Bankroll don't fold
Right there by the goddamn corner store
Where I seen my uncle blow
A bitch Brains out and they hit the floor
True story, I'm all awoke
That was really fuckin up with me, oh
Put the pussy n***a head on the shelf
If you don’t get it, then you gettin' ten thousand
Don't get the heart stop, don't get the heart stop, you get the bag
But, uh, if you hit him from his head, neck, his ankles and then his back
Swear to God I might just go brazy [?] get and spend the racks (JTK)