True
You can ride with me
And just turn up
Turn up straight like that
Pull over, let me spill the guts
I just might let you roll it up
Jmoe BAMnn eating bitch
Call it the go-get money gut
Damn, I hate a groupie, bitch
She steady putting pictures up
B-words on my D-word, bitch
I charge her just to get me up
I'm stunting and I'm flexing Smoking killa
Off a lot of drugs So these niggas think I'm tripping
Made a little noise Now them bitches pay attention
Got my shit from Cali
USC, that's Lane Kiffin
I'm feeling victorious a Bag like that
All my B-words bad, so they brag like that
She say ain't nobody came in here throwing cash like that
BAMnn Ass Monday, where you cash out at
Cause all we smoke is dope
We need an Award
Loud in the air, money on the floor
All I ever wanna ride is foreign cars
B-words on my D-word, I'm a Superstar
All we smoke is dope
We need an Award
Loud in the air, money on the floor
All I ever wanna ride is foreign cars
B-words on my D-word, I'm a Superstar
We be rolling blunts like extension cords
I'm in Marc Jacobs, she in Michael Kors
I got a foreign B-word in a foreign car
Whole lot of loud labels on the jars
Cause we don't love these hoes
We got them J's though
I don't even know this hoe
She know my name though
We turn up act a fool when that Pack come in
Bussin two P's, that's a set of twins
B-A-M, Bammaholics, bitch We a trend
Bro nem rocking moves like a pair of Timbs
She f*ck with the squad, she not coming home
She turn up act a fool when this shit come On
Cause all we smoke is dope
We need an Award
Loud in the air, money on the floor
All I ever wanna ride is foreign cars
B-words on my D-word, I'm a Superstar
All we smoke is dope
We need an Award
Loud in the air, money on the floor
All I ever wanna ride is foreign cars
B-words on my D-word, I'm a Superstar