Whine gyal, same way Whine gyal, mi no come yah fi no game play Gyal tip, tip, tip, tip pon it Mi love how yuh whine and bubble gyal When you go pon your toe and tip on it Body look tight and right, gyal When you quint up yuh ting and grip on it Treat me

Look at me, fuck on me Yah, ayy, yah Ayy, ayy, ayy I'm like "Bitch, who is your mans?" ayy Can't keep my dick in my pants, ayy My bitch don't love me no mo', ayy

Mi fi a fuck yuh, mi fi a dweet If yuh never get catch him cyah seh yuh cheat Every message weh mi send, kindly delete it Look outside tell mi if yuh see the Jeep A mi friend mi send come pick you up Take your time when yuh a walk out Mi nuh really waan

La la la la la Baby I'm a dog (I'm a dog), beware (beware) I'll do whatever, however I want (I want) So yippie yah (yippie yah)oh yeah (oh yeah) Now put your hands in the air and whip your hair and go Boom shakalaka when I drop all of my apples, say

Don't say that, don't say that Don't say that (Word), don't say that (Word) Don't say that (Yah), don't say that (Yah) Shh, be quiet Don't say that shit around them niggas You know that's there? That's Bloc and them Those them niggas that be shootin'

Shoppin' spree for fun, she dig Saint Laurent (uh) Alexander, Laurent (yah), private flight to Milan ('Lan) Ice VV's (ice, ice), ice VS1's (VS) Off-White Vlone 1's, foreigns parked on my lawn Them 40's come we jump, I like my bitches blonde Wockhardt

Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny I got so many theories and suspicions I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money,

We can go high, high If it's so, let me know Let me know You're so high Let me know how high We can soar how high Let you know how high If you hit my phone, yah, yah But don't hit my phone, yah, yah

B- boys makin' with the freak freak Putting song together ain't no puzzle like yahtzee Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee Let me introduce myself on this cut I'm Adrock, I'm lit like a motherfuck Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still

Wine fi the money now You dun rich, you dun rich, gal Me nah leave you lonely Keep you by my side Nah make you walk in the sun baby Big fat Benz yah drive Gal ah Calabar beach Nigeria Jamaica Sandals The life weh me make you live