I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out
I'm down, u down, no more fuckin around
Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first
But when we put our weapons down will be a dream of a world,
They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest
U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/
Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]
Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex
She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around
That they give when they participate yet we look down
See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open
When we had enough, we get used to it when it's all said and done
And i got that drive and she just might crash
So when they get freed, we come kill yo ass
I wasn't happy to know u fucked her when we were together
My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure
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