I send a 100 pounds out of town,
still I rep the west turf
I'm about to make my whole
coast put on a fresh shirt
Hustler music, export expert
If I walk away with more than you,
I ain't thinkin' of nothin' else
Hi hater, vibrator, fuck ya' self
5 acres, white neighbours, (OK Bye)
I like my music bangin' out of control
To all my strippers swingin'
Yeah, leanin' in my Benz Coupe,
Yeah, I think your bitch cute
Take her out them gym shoes
Put her in some sick boots
Hump her and her friends too
Dump her when the rent's due
Diamonds blind your chick's view
Ask your wifey, it's true
Way before them Slaughterhouse
Had to get that worked out,
I ain't talkin' in the gym
Bag the product up, then we seal
but it's coming back soon
on the side sling these rap tunes
(Y- Y- Y'all), welcome to my bathroom
Give photographers the money shot,
It's a photoshoot, baby hold this
(And then) open up your box
that's what my niggas say
My chicks say it's Monday,
I can't even sleep, gotta grind,
Now lean left with it, lean right with it
Lean left with it, lean right with it
Lean left with it,(aayyy) lean
Lean left with it, lean right with it
Ayo, on the road to wealth,
you ain't got no suckas with you
Note to self: "Crooked they
Some real shit I remember to remember
If I'm gone 'til November
Bet I'll binge in December
niggas put Virginia on the fender
Heavy weights on my agenda,
don't pretend you a contender
Need a 100 more, bet I need another Corvette