[Intro: Peezy & Babyface Ray]
(Top$ide)
Sixty for the charm but that ain't shit, though
Turn this shit up in the headphones a lil' bit more
I feel grimy as hell right now, you know?
Facts, nigga (Yeah)
My motherfuckin' face balled up right now
Mm, ah, ah
Boy, I'll growl on one of you bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, nigga
[Verse 1: Peezy & Babyface Ray]
Sixty for a motherfuckin' charm, that ain't shit, though (Bitch)
Bitch, you better hope I don't go broke, I'm pullin' kick doors
Bitch, I lost more money than you had, I'm still rich, though (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm sippin' on a twelve of Wock, this ain't no Tris, ho
She hate the way I act, I just can't help it, I'm the shit (She hate that)
I left my show and came back to the trap to sell a brick
I left the O and went back to the K, I'm in the sticks (Yeah)
I'll leave this rap shit alone and gеt back in the mix
You know what's goin' on
She gon' tell mе pull up when you leave, don't leave your ho at home (Uh-uh)
Made a hundred G's in like three days, I wasn't even gone that long
Come back home and re-up, jump back on that road (No cap)
Too many niggas that had they phone tapped, so I'm back on the beeper
Bad bitch called me up, I paint her face, now she like Mona Lisa
Came straight home from jail, it wasn't two weeks, I got back on the Kisha
Feel like Pookie, she keep callin' me and I just can't leave her (She keep callin')
Boy, get off my dick 'cause you ain't got no cheese (Boy, get off my dick)
Made a half a mil' at home, I ain't have to leave, huh (Half a mil')
Knocked her down off a Perc', now she harassin' me
Bitch, it ain't no limit to this pape', I feel like Master P
(Top$ide)
Sixty for the charm but that ain't shit, though
Turn this shit up in the headphones a lil' bit more
I feel grimy as hell right now, you know?
Facts, nigga (Yeah)
My motherfuckin' face balled up right now
Mm, ah, ah
Boy, I'll growl on one of you bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, nigga
[Verse 1: Peezy & Babyface Ray]
Sixty for a motherfuckin' charm, that ain't shit, though (Bitch)
Bitch, you better hope I don't go broke, I'm pullin' kick doors
Bitch, I lost more money than you had, I'm still rich, though (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm sippin' on a twelve of Wock, this ain't no Tris, ho
She hate the way I act, I just can't help it, I'm the shit (She hate that)
I left my show and came back to the trap to sell a brick
I left the O and went back to the K, I'm in the sticks (Yeah)
I'll leave this rap shit alone and gеt back in the mix
You know what's goin' on
She gon' tell mе pull up when you leave, don't leave your ho at home (Uh-uh)
Made a hundred G's in like three days, I wasn't even gone that long
Come back home and re-up, jump back on that road (No cap)
Too many niggas that had they phone tapped, so I'm back on the beeper
Bad bitch called me up, I paint her face, now she like Mona Lisa
Came straight home from jail, it wasn't two weeks, I got back on the Kisha
Feel like Pookie, she keep callin' me and I just can't leave her (She keep callin')
Boy, get off my dick 'cause you ain't got no cheese (Boy, get off my dick)
Made a half a mil' at home, I ain't have to leave, huh (Half a mil')
Knocked her down off a Perc', now she harassin' me
Bitch, it ain't no limit to this pape', I feel like Master P
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