Shake that ass for a couple digits (for a couple digits) She checkin' bags like she 'bout to trip it ('bout to trip it) Showin' out got got er'body attention (er'body) Told her told her, give her what you wannna, want I don't got got no patience I ain't no D.O.C

Say fuck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious I got a white and a black girl, they look like an

Young nigga, I got got old cash, spazzing on they ass I got got Prada on my ho ass, got my last one mad Pop a nigga like a damn tag, shopping on they ass I just bought a new old Jag, yeah, it's so fast Smoking flocka, you a jackass, all I smoke is gas Don't you

Tequila, great big buzz in a little bitty glass One shot, two shot, three, Tequila floor Cowboy bouncers 'bout to bowl me out the door Jose got got me stumblin', mumblin' like a fool That worms got got a kick like a Tennessee mule Wake up in the mornin', hurtin'

Like a vision standin' there, Lips poutin', a come-on stare, Come on, I thought I had your number, Workin' up an appetite for love, Don't let me die of hunger, Ain't ya got got no heart, No compassion for your lover, When I get you on the floor, I find it's

Whoa, well I never meant to brag I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top She's got got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock It's a matter of time before we all run out When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth

Lotta money, I can have a cash war Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah) Lamborghini Urus is a fast car (Fast) I'm around the world, securin' me a bag, boy (Boy) Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next) Rolls Royce, got carpet in the

I don't drink brass monkey like to be funky Nickname Eazy E your 8 ball junkie Bass drum kicking to show my shit Rap a hole in my dick boy I don't quit Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way I got a six shooter yo I'm mean and brave Rolling

Go big or go home Go big or go I'm thinking life's too short, it's passing by So if I'm gonna go at all I'll sleep when I'm dead, you can bury me Don't feel like going home But all my cash is gone Yeah, I got got nothing to do tonight

(Call me a Florida boy) Wake up, nigga, wake up Yeah, bitch, I'm a Florida Boy 73s to them AMGs, now we rollin', boys I beat all of them cases, I'm on Bitch, I'm a Florida boy Old school, big-ass rims, sittin' like Tonka Toys I got a Florida state of