[Verse 1]
You can have my old hoe, that shit old news
I been standing on that business ‘fore I bought my own shoes
Pussy low and ain’t got mileage like a vintage old school
Let him play, I’m on his ass ‘cause I can’t go like ol’ dude
Hop out with a ten of dog shit, that’s a scooby snack
Turn on Netflix then hit the hoe, then run the movie back
Wherever this hoe smell that baccarat that’s where she screw me at
Garfield, I’m in the movies playing with that cootie-cat
Bitches left the show, when I’m in my Beamer got some broads in it
Ima make this hoe sing “Hallelujah”, like I’m God in it
We got fish scales inside the trap I brought my rod in it
I just bought a house, six car garage, but ain’t no cars in it
They keep asking how I got where I’m at, I told them, “God did it”
Me and Tracc pull up double R Ghost came with the stars in it
If they had a real n***a award I’ll play a part in it
Told lil bro he want the shit to blow then put your heart in it

[Chorus]
I got cubans on my neck, I got pointers on my wrist
I got women ‘cross the world but I’m still balling with my bitch
She don’t like the way I treat her, she gon’ tell you I ain’t shit
That’s just how shit go

[Verse 2]
Tell her drop a lo’, she send a pin, I pull up right away
Don’t know where I be without this beat I’ll throw that mic
We gon’ heat him up and box him in just like a microwave
If he roll the dice he pay the price, we take his life away
She a groupie, threw that coochie on the first link
Pussy came with holy water like a church sink
She came to kick it with a boss and now her shirt mink
I just put a dub in her Bottega now her purse deep
I’m the type to put her on a flight ‘cause we ain’t fuck in months
This bitch super thick, I seen her backside from the fucking front, huh
Beat her down, turn her around, take this uppercut, huh
Got a man, she think ai still be thinking I’m fucking such and such
[Chorus]
I got cubans on my neck, I got pointers on my wrist
I got women ‘cross the world but I’m still balling with my bitch
She don’t like the way I treat her, she gon’ tell you I ain’t shit
That’s just how shit go
I got cubans on my neck, I got pointers on my wrist
I got women ‘cross the world but I’m still balling with my bitch
She don’t like the way I treat her, she gon’ tell you I ain’t shit
That’s just how shit go