Fiends Callin’ Z Money

[Intro]
Yeah, hah
Shawty Paid

[Chorus]
Pop up like a dolphin, get to tossin'
Hurry up and buy because this dope I got is awesome
Scraping up the sides, might put a nigga in his coffin
I'm up and I ain't fallin', the fiends callin'
This dope, it got me stuck
Just hit the hood, the junkies finger fuck it
I know we don't look stuck
But don't forget that we are all a robber
Ain't fuckin' on these sluts, man
Put that bitch on a one way plane with a hundred duffle
If she can move a thousand bales we might can be a couple

[Verse 1]
I'm a Benz nigga, I don't want no fuckin' Charger
I was 16, givin' hundreds to the barber
I think it's in my genes, servin' fiends is a problem
The AR got a beam, I left a scene up in the Porsche
Pick up the spork, grab the fork
Break it all down, ain't taking no short
Jubilee heads down, pull up the court
Louis V tennis, checkerboard
None of my cars is rented
Twenty-five pointers on these tennis, vert on inches
Came in this bitch a chemist
Looks assault us if you like attention
Put sixes on the Bentley
Icy pendant, please don't get offended
This new Glock, it hold like fifty rounds up in it
It might kill a witness
AP cost sixty
So the pigeons got me a fuckin' lil' picky
Pull up with the doors back
On the minivan, stickin' out them blickies