Smack her on top of her head like a buzzer
That shit hit the spot like some eggs in the mornin
I flee with the flock eating dead like some buzzards
Might feed on the chop of the lamb with the hummus
Rack up the pockets and leave when I gotta
The devil I see don't be wearing no Prada
It's better to leave it the way that it is
If that's what they say then to me it mean nada
BNB all in the air, smell
I move like a chemtrail
Maneuver the land well
Workin this work till my hands swell
Check out the check from the bank-tel
Set that lil bank at the base, air
I need to get me some freight
I keep on trucking to chase
I'm pulling up with the brinks
Armor and cash on my think
I can't be asking to link
I don't need chat for the pink
Don't wanna chat with a shrink
I see the scabs in the sink
I see the rabbit away
I'm mad in the hat and the mink
Hold up where I'm at again
The money call my phone
Shawty wanna choose and pick she reaching for my bone
I just paid the Jacobs off to leave me f*ck alone
Finna go berserk for my dessert, it's pies at home
Got it on file like JPG
Body smell fly like JPG
Poppa had a pallet of the ACT
In the Powerade bottles, but he ain't drink lean
I used to watch him go wash up the money
I held the stack it was 50s and 20s
I shed a teardrop, just thinking of onions
I'ma go in for the chicken pot pie
Got it on file like JPG
Body smell fly like JPG
Poppa had a pallet of the ACT
In the Powerade bottles, but he ain't drink lean
I used to watch him go wash up the money
I held the stack it was 50s and 20s
I shed a teardrop, just thinking of onions
So I'ma go in for the chicken that's chunky
Blowing the chowder like soup
Summon the power and proof
They throw in the towel and poof
I step out the shower and juke
Aquamarine be the suit
Im coming in with the zoo
Me and lil crazy some foo
Me think ya lady some food
Eating that later wit two sticks
Chop up the suey just like a masseuse
I get the pack and I'm back in my groove
Some call it a cut, but that's not as cool
We peddling smut just like da brajule
We setting it up to Gabba da ghoul
Blingin da blaow, we bada da boom
They picture me down, I wish it was true
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Smack her on top of her head like a buzzer
That shit hit the spot like some eggs in the mornin
I flee with the flock eating dead like some buzzards
Might feed on the chop of the lamb with the hummus
Rack up the pockets and leave when I gotta
The devil I see don't be wearing no Prada
It's better to leave it the way that it is
If that's what they say then to me it mean nada
BNB all in the air, smell
I move like a chemtrail
Maneuver the land well
Workin this work till my hands swell
Check out the check from the bank-tel
Set that lil bank at the base, air
I need to get me some freight
I keep on trucking to chase
I'm pulling up with the brinks
Armor and cash on my think
I can't be asking to link
I don't need chat for the pink
Don't wanna chat with a shrink
I see the scabs in the sink
I see the rabbit away
I'm mad in the hat and the mink
Hold up where I'm at again
The money call my phone
Shawty wanna choose and pick she reaching for my bone
I just paid the Jacobs off to leave me f*ck alone
Finna go berserk for my dessert, it's pies at home
Got it on file like JPG
Body smell fly like JPG
Poppa had a pallet of the ACT
In the Powerade bottles, but he ain't drink lean
I used to watch him go wash up the money
I held the stack it was 50s and 20s
I shed a teardrop, just thinking of onions
I'ma go in for the chicken pot pie
Got it on file like JPG
Body smell fly like JPG
Poppa had a pallet of the ACT
In the Powerade bottles, but he ain't drink lean
I used to watch him go wash up the money
I held the stack it was 50s and 20s
I shed a teardrop, just thinking of onions
So I'ma go in for the chicken that's chunky
Blowing the chowder like soup
Summon the power and proof
They throw in the towel and poof
I step out the shower and juke
Aquamarine be the suit
Im coming in with the zoo
Me and lil crazy some foo
Me think ya lady some food
Eating that later wit two sticks
Chop up the suey just like a masseuse
I get the pack and I'm back in my groove
Some call it a cut, but that's not as cool
We peddling smut just like da brajule
We setting it up to Gabba da ghoul
Blingin da blaow, we bada da boom
They picture me down, I wish it was true
That shit hit the spot like some eggs in the mornin
I flee with the flock eating dead like some buzzards
Might feed on the chop of the lamb with the hummus
Rack up the pockets and leave when I gotta
The devil I see don't be wearing no Prada
It's better to leave it the way that it is
If that's what they say then to me it mean nada
BNB all in the air, smell
I move like a chemtrail
Maneuver the land well
Workin this work till my hands swell
Check out the check from the bank-tel
Set that lil bank at the base, air
I need to get me some freight
I keep on trucking to chase
I'm pulling up with the brinks
Armor and cash on my think
I can't be asking to link
I don't need chat for the pink
Don't wanna chat with a shrink
I see the scabs in the sink
I see the rabbit away
I'm mad in the hat and the mink
Hold up where I'm at again
The money call my phone
Shawty wanna choose and pick she reaching for my bone
I just paid the Jacobs off to leave me f*ck alone
Finna go berserk for my dessert, it's pies at home
Got it on file like JPG
Body smell fly like JPG
Poppa had a pallet of the ACT
In the Powerade bottles, but he ain't drink lean
I used to watch him go wash up the money
I held the stack it was 50s and 20s
I shed a teardrop, just thinking of onions
I'ma go in for the chicken pot pie
Got it on file like JPG
Body smell fly like JPG
Poppa had a pallet of the ACT
In the Powerade bottles, but he ain't drink lean
I used to watch him go wash up the money
I held the stack it was 50s and 20s
I shed a teardrop, just thinking of onions
So I'ma go in for the chicken that's chunky
Blowing the chowder like soup
Summon the power and proof
They throw in the towel and poof
I step out the shower and juke
Aquamarine be the suit
Im coming in with the zoo
Me and lil crazy some foo
Me think ya lady some food
Eating that later wit two sticks
Chop up the suey just like a masseuse
I get the pack and I'm back in my groove
Some call it a cut, but that's not as cool
We peddling smut just like da brajule
We setting it up to Gabba da ghoul
Blingin da blaow, we bada da boom
They picture me down, I wish it was true
Writer: Justin Ellis
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