Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Hit me on the celly, watching Belly God's son, I can see they study Makaveli Peanut butter Benz, got the jelly at the deli If

Swalla-la-la Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la) Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank) Swalla-la-la (drank) My freaky, freaky gyal All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty Freaky, freaky gyal Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm

We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter One last time for us to go higher Anyway, lil' nigga don't test the kid Even Maury Povich couldn't test the kid Even R. Kelly couldn't touch the kid And even with all your bars you couldn't

Uh, thinkin' out loud I must have a quarter million on me right now Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money Two things I'm 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying blunted Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh? We should all

Light my body up You got something that I believe I've been waiting for all my We're blazing high, smoke fill the night I'm gasoline, you're fire Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me down Oh, you're burnin' me down, burnin' me Yo, I just started my

Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir Splurgin' cash, sir, throwin' cash, sir Fuckin' hoes, sir, fuckin' hoes, sir Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta,

Want some more (Want some more) When they start talking crazy that's when I know that they Even though a nigga been getting to it (Still want some more) Every time I end up getting to it I know that I'm getting it, but fuck it cause I Every time I end up

If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Real rich nigga sex) If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up Go to DR, get that fat transfer It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome Full blown, run rich, Brinx

Regret in your tears, know you taste 'em 'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em Don't rush, take time, take some I just wanted memories, tried to make some with you Now I gotta erase 'em with you I tried to make some with you Look at you now, stuck

Yo, llévame a la coco, yeah a la coco Ellos quieren coco, y yo tampoco Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po Número uno, me llama Yoko Pull up in them thing things, and let them things fling Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding” If I