In a dream yeah, thinking bout codeine yeah Chop it like I'm in the matrix (Ay) Balmain pocket extra cake (Ay) Have you ever made a million dollars with your talent (Have you) Have you ever fucked a bitch ass so fat lose your balance (Have you) All these

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it

Boom! Boom! Yup, yup, yup, yup Give her the dick, then I zoom (skrr) My niggas walked in with sticks (sticks), my niggas walked in with brooms (brooms) Boom! Boom! (damn) Boom! Boom! (grr) Don't give a fuck 'bout your clique, uh Y'all can get hit with

SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT, SKRT Girl I'm done with you, girl we done it's through I hit that nigga for the work, stick and move and then I SKRT, SKRT, SKRT SKRT, SKRT, what is up with you I thought I said I'm done with you Fuck my school and fuck my teacher

Come on little funny man, come on, come on! I would like to fuck you up the bunghole, and then I will sneak into your room and cut your cock off and chew it up with my little pearlies.

Fiesta, fiesta While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you seen her?" Yeah she wit me on the low Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo' After the show it's the after party then After the party it's

You ain't gotta leave Put you in a room But you can't sleep with me Every time I come and fuck with you You make up all the rules You ought to do it Just because our car's moving Are you in my fucking corner for real? Or, are you plotting to kill?

Hear me now Words I vow No fucking regrets Fuck these chains No god damn slave I will be different I'll stand here defiantly My middle finger raised Fuck your prejudice

Cry baby, cry baby You're mine, motherfucker Do you leave your "throne" as you cast your stones? I'm above living under your microscope I'm not broken, so don't fix me Tell me what you've lost, hang me on your cross If you're so wise, then why are you so

You'll let me in With those whiskey eyes You'll tell me things I know they're all lies I will fight, I'll fight for you And there's nothing I can't do I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy! On the count of three I want everybody to say