[Intro]
Uh huh
Yeah, uh huh
Uh huh

[Verse]
Your whole swag worse than Papoose
I pull up with that Moncler on, not Canadian Goose
Fifth-headed n***a, whole head look like its landsliding
Broke as shit, I know your stomach and your ribs slap-boxing
I gift-wrap the bowls up and have 'em shipped to you
I am not your father, lil n***a, can't do shit for you
We got syringes, got pills, could get a scrip for you
I put you in the spot, answer the door, we got the kit for you
Flava in ya ear like I'm Craig Mack
Before you get money, Lil Wayne gon' get his dreads back
Before you do somethin' to me, Jesus comin' back
I pulled up, pulled back up, came with the sack
I spent so much, they all in they feelings
You a whole civilian, you are not a villain
They stressin' bout they last bitch, I'm thinkin' bout a million
Three dots on his forehead like he Krillin
I put that flavor in your ear, I got two for ten
Flavor in auntie ear, I got six for fifty
It's flavor in your ear, twelve for a hunnid
It's flavor in your ear, thirty for a bundle
It's flavor in your ear, pound's eleven-fifty
It's flavor in your ear, point seven fifties
Bitch got little-ass titties, but her pussy deep
If shit missing, shit get uglier than Booker T
You could cheat if you want to, but don't fuck for free
I got a bitch look like Baby Dee with a fake ID
I'm like "Girl, go on 'head, get off [?]"
She lookin' at me like "You ain't the only one ballin'."
Bitch, tell your sugar daddy cosign a Maybach
You know I want some head, bitch, you see my seat laid back
You see this dog shit in my left pocket? Streets made that
Bitch, you ain't fuckin' with a n***a, go 'head and say that
Girl, I don't wanna hear them bum-ass rappers girl, don't play that
Girl, I need another shot of Henny girl, I can't fake that
I spent twenty-five hunnid at Wal-Mart, told her "Make that"
Her booty soft, real fat as shit, I told her "Shake that"
Uh! I got flavor in ya ear
I'mma tell you what you need to hear
I wear the rich shit, look like chandelier
Fall for that dumb shit? I wouldn't dare