Too Hard VIC MENSA

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[Verse 1]
I said I'm rolling rolling windows up
It's cold but I don't give no fuck
I'm smoking on that goody good
And sipping out a plastic cup
If she going, that's wassup
Tell her that I'm with it
If it ain't about that money
You can tell her to forget it
Got that fly up on my fitted
On my Hyde Park shit (Hyde Park)
It's going down down down
With my five star bi-ditch
Shitty fitty waves
Pretty face, Cocoa butter titty taste
Know she from the suburbs
Trynna talk about she city based
But fuck it (Fuck it)
It's to the good good
Waiting on my chain
It's word to Rocky, got the good wood
Can I run it proper like a hemi in the hood would?
A nigga get demolished for the dollars
Understood-ood-ood-ood