[Intro: Polyester the Saint]
Bitch, what you think?
I'm shining like a Cuban link (Bling, bling)
Bitch, I got marble and diamonds encrusted in my sink (Goddamn, that's some big baller shit)
You think I'm worried about you sucker-ass, duck-ass, fuck-ass niggas, man? (Bitch)
I'm a bigger man, I got bigger plans
You know what they say (What they say?)
“A man with a plan is a bad mothafucka” (Goddamn)
You dig?
[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Brown paper bag with the forty and shit
Hanging out late with the homies and shit
I give a fuck about that hoe 'cause I don't trust that bitch
My niggas always into somethin', it's a politic
That ain't nothing though, we gonna get shit right
Pour a four in my sprite 'cause I don't sip shit light
I like it muddy, plus all the hoes want to fuck me
These niggas looking mad 'cause they dusty
I'm from the 2L gang, we so funky
Take a look at yourself, we getting money
On the route with these dames, a little lucky
That was back in the day hanging with Dougy
Like the hoes on the blade, this shit nothing
A few busters around, we had to cut them
Yeah, I'm with the homies and we looking fly
Bang the chorus in the street while we gettin' high
Bitch, what you think?
I'm shining like a Cuban link (Bling, bling)
Bitch, I got marble and diamonds encrusted in my sink (Goddamn, that's some big baller shit)
You think I'm worried about you sucker-ass, duck-ass, fuck-ass niggas, man? (Bitch)
I'm a bigger man, I got bigger plans
You know what they say (What they say?)
“A man with a plan is a bad mothafucka” (Goddamn)
You dig?
[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Brown paper bag with the forty and shit
Hanging out late with the homies and shit
I give a fuck about that hoe 'cause I don't trust that bitch
My niggas always into somethin', it's a politic
That ain't nothing though, we gonna get shit right
Pour a four in my sprite 'cause I don't sip shit light
I like it muddy, plus all the hoes want to fuck me
These niggas looking mad 'cause they dusty
I'm from the 2L gang, we so funky
Take a look at yourself, we getting money
On the route with these dames, a little lucky
That was back in the day hanging with Dougy
Like the hoes on the blade, this shit nothing
A few busters around, we had to cut them
Yeah, I'm with the homies and we looking fly
Bang the chorus in the street while we gettin' high
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