Trusts no cossover
Hitting yo bitch have my leftovers
I made it happen, he need him a napkin
I'm whipping his nose
Ice-berg too cold
Nigga my soul don't carry no demon
I pull up a demon she suck my seamen
They plotting and scheming
I just smoke a Russian cream
Big fire smoked out
Gas in the hotel room
Upper cut ding ding bells in the room
I got a two tone bitch with a two tone mood
Imma win I can't loose
Oh oh oh that's ya bitch yeah she gone choose
I got reds but I count blues
Watch the feds its the feds ouu
I got reds but I count blues
I got reds but I count blues
I got reds but I count blues
Watch for feds watch them feds tonight
Big dog big red tonight
Imma live it right
Ah ah ah ahh
I got reds but I count blues
That's ya bitch she gone choose
Imma win I can't loose
I won't back down from a fight
I got reds but I count blues
I got reds but I count blues
I got reds but I count blues
I got reds but I count blues