I put a key in my whip, it ain't no push to start
Copping legal, imma put it on my Visa Card
Yeah, Trippy chopping chee on The Boulevard
I put a key in my whip, it ain't no push to start
I got a hundo in the duffle, call me Money Mart
Copping legal, imma put it on my Visa Card
Yeah, sneakers looking clean, I got my feet on lock
Forty Mill on the beat but I ain't do the Milly Rock
You ain't never done shit, but you be rapping about a glock
You say my flow on heat, bitch I do this round the clock
Night gown, homie simmer down
Calling shots a hundred times, I'm on my paper route
Poured a double, seeing fizzy now
I need some green, that shit chill me out
Can you come back?
Can we face facts?
No contracts
You know that
Imma go to Crete
Shortie in the seat
If you ride with me
You know we gonna eat
Yeah, Trippy chopping chee on The Boulevard
I put a key in my whip, it ain't no push to start
I got a hundo in the duffle, call me Money Mart
Copping legal, imma put it on my Visa Card
I could cook you up some heat
Making moves cause I got Benny on the beat
Did you see me? Probably
Don't be offended if I miss you in the street, ay
Lil baby popped off, I told her knock it off
Baby boy telling lies cause he know he soft
Russian Cream, I be mixing with the Smirnoff
F*ck a Bentley, staying loyal to my City Golf
Yeah, Trippy chopping chee on The Boulevard
I got a hundo in the duffle, call me Money Mart
(Yeah, call me Money Mart)