Cause I'm Gettin Money

[Hook] I smell like I got 100 pounds of blocks on me It's reeking out the car homie She wanna freak cause I'm a star low key Tell me what bitch do not know me I'ma blow this thing like Odee Leaning off this act I OD'd Can't trust a face them niggas plotting on me And it's all because I'm getting money [Verse 1] Got that bitch off the drugs, she a zombie She wanna fuck with us, we get money Bitch is you drunk, you want my Beamer car keys? Let's see if they got Beamer taxis Just bought Kay Kay a Beamer car seat My boys gon' spray, let us see a opp please I'm Sunny and you niggas coffee But now that is my favorite mafi Bitch I ain't with that lovie dovie Bitch you just gotta suck and fuck me Got a pound of that herb, its lovely Now I'm sparking up, climbing up trees While I'm smoking on this dope this bitch keep calling my phone Don't you see I'm getting high, bitch just leave me alone I see niggas feelings hurt, tell Chief Sosa what's wrong Busting like I'm Dillinger, got my dumb ass pulled over [Hook]