[Intro: TopSongsTPS]
Oh-oh
Woah woah, woah, woah
Hey

[Verse]
Two Percs in, three Percs in
Either way it go, I'm finna put the work in
I flew into LAX, Bibby pulled up in the Benz
Three weeks later, we in New York, rockin' Gucci Suede trench
I won't wear contacts, but I love Versace lens
Choppa cook a n***a grill, like who let Hibachi in?
She ask me if I wanna fuck, I told her "Well it all depends"
Do you love me for my money, do you love me for my sins?
N***as love my style 'til the point the copy it
How you hatin' outside the club, when you can't even get in?
I just counted twenty bands, time to blow it in the wind
Drugs got me in trench, Lord's knows I'm a sin
Did it all on my own, so it's still fuck a friend, ayy
I don't owe nobody shit, don't call me, bitch call it quits
Treat my dick just like your pride, ho', you better swallow it
Yeah I got a couple side hoes they love to swallow it
I need me a fly bitch, flyer than a pilot is
You know I be high, bitch, higher than a pilot is
If you ain't talkin' money, then the conversation over with
(Chorus)