This is a song about "No make up"

Bitch, speed up no go slower

Took the van, went snatch her

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

No, i just carry on, and make life good and live it up,

I was born to do the damn thing

Hit it til your make up missing

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

No allowance but i still make a deal

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Steak dinner everydayfor the moviemy life is like a compton play

Getting me locked up/ trynna make me a snake ? a rat ? no fuckin way/

You think life's nice and make money at home sipping coke no

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

I'ma make it up to both of you

And word i blew off herb i grew