[Intro]
Huh
(Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)

[Chorus]
Louis V millionaire shades
Trappin' a sport, I was catchin' the plays
Fucked a lil' bitch from the blades
Roll up and pour up 'til I'm in a daze (Uh-huh)
Thirty round like I'm Curry, shootin' Treys
Pull up and beat up the trap, it's a fade
I fucked up the money soon as it got made (Fuck that shit up)
I fuck from the back, ain't tryna see your face
I got these racks on me, I look like a safe
Trappin' and rappin' until I get rich (Get rich)
Two tone Rollie wit' a mix, bitch
Foreign, step out wit' designer kicks (Designer)
Smokin' exotic, got karate kick (Exotic)
Came from poverty, they thought I weren't shit (Came outta pov)
Had to stay out, I was fucked up in apartments (I was fucked up)
Plug in Houston got me gettin' the narcs in
Trappin' double c's from Calder to Clarkson

[Verse]
Gotta stay down, you n***as ain't no hustlers
Thot bitch, gotta fuck her, can't cuff her (Bitch)
Mix the mid wit' the gas and shuffle
Gas bags and a scale, necessities
I never tell, not even the recipes (Shh)
If you switched up, don't even stand next to me (Pussy ass)
Find out he stole, get murdered, accessory (Kill 'em)
You a peon, talkin' 'bout [?] bless me
No job, go to work
I cut the dope like a verse (Cut it)
Throw a party on that pussy like smurf
Let me in the club wit' strap and Miss Butterworth
Slim thick, baby girl, that'll work (That'll work)
Ha, pussy ass nigas need skirts (Pussy)
Yeah, I take the order like Clerks (What you want?)
I fuck her off of the Percs (Yeah)
I found a plug, made it work
Heard you ran off, stupid ass n***a (Stupid ass n***a)
49's like I'm in San Francisco (Ha)
I'm in New York wit' a [?]
Two different Draco's, they identical
Jumped on a plane to L.A, I had three straps (Three straps)
Back like I'm CeeLo, I'm rollin' like [?]
I'on really do no talkin' like my phone tapped (I ain't talk)
[?] country n***a, gotta make a long cap (Country n***a)
[Chorus]
Louis V millionaire shades
Trappin' a sport, I was catchin' the plays
Fucked a lil' bitch from the blades
Roll up and pour up 'til I'm in a daze (Uh-huh)
Thirty round like I'm Curry, shootin' Treys
Pull up and beat up the trap, it's a fade
I fucked up the money soon as it got made (Fuck that shit up)
I fuck from the back, ain't tryna see your face
I got these racks on me, I look like a safe
Trappin' and rappin' until I get rich (Get rich)
Two tone Rollie wit' a mix, bitch
Foreign, step out wit' designer kicks (Designer)
Smokin' exotic, I could ride a [?] (Exotic)
Came from poverty, they thought I weren't shit (Came outta pov)
Had to stay out, I was fucked up in apartments (I was fucked up)
Plug in Houston got me gettin' the narcs in
Trappin' double c's from Calder to Clarkson