Gotta Go Joey Trap

[Intro]
Kirk
'Kachi, whatup?
Akachi on the beat, lil' bitch
Look, my guy
I'ma show you like this, my nigga
This is how much I'ma give you
If you don't like it then get the fuck out my face
I'm deadass tired of talkin' to you right now
I Gotta dip though, like, deadass
Come on, pick one, pick one, pick one, my nigga
Fuck do you want?

[Chorus]
I left the stove on at the crib, I gotta go
It's Gucci on my clothes, hit the bank, I gotta roll
Yo' girl said I'm sexy, I'm finna take her soul
I'm riding in a Lambo, a nigga on the road
I'm chillin' on the beach, that's prolly why I got a tan
New girl straight from Belize, ain't got no visa, she a ten
Full price for my designer, your shit fake bro, don't pretend
I only talk to Benji, so yeah, I got no friends

[Verse 1]
If you want a feature, yeah, you gotta pay the fee
Nigga, ain't shit cheap and it's def not free
Twenty thousand dollars and that's just for one verse
I use it for my bitch, now she got a new purse huh
That was a Chanel bag, why it cost so much (Expensive)
Yeah I'm in a big Bim, yo' bitch chokin' blunts look
With me and my big team, yeah she wanna fuck
(Young Rich Squad)
A big fiend when it comes to— (You a fiend, dog)