1st Song

Writin songs, smokin bongs, gotta get my money long Hittin clubs, drinkin bub, know i can't do nothin wrong VIP, can't see me, dont even need I.D Hit the town, roll around, like the f*ckin fire chief Off the lot, spendin guap, gonna hit the jewelry shop Gettin a$$, spendin cash, flow so slick it should be mopped Cookin coke, smokin dope, always got the ganga smoke Pay me fast, gimme cash, crack ya like an egg yolk Gettin paid, gettin laid, always got a high top faid Twenty twos, drinkin brews, makin sure we dont get sprayed Gotta vest, on the chest, if ya wanna put me to the test We can go, yeah ya know, f*ckin round wit the best Bentley coupe, spendin loot, you know that i point to shoot In ya head, now ya dead, just cause you said somethin cute Louie bag, killer swag, wanna see ya tail wag Smokin grams, goin H.A.M, d*ck ain't somethin that I lag Playin hoes, snortin blow, man thats just the way it goes Hittin streets, makin beats, up in down like yo-yo's F*ckin b!tches, give em stitches, take a ton a naked pictures Drink cristal, panties fall, when we hit the caddi switches Gotta bone, drink Patron, no way i'm a leave alone Gettin head, on the bed, call that sh!t the thunderdome Bezzle chain, gettin brain, bout to make this money rain Candy paint, lick my taint, poppin hoes like champagne