Joog Lil Wayne

[Intro]
We got London on the track

[Chorus]
From stuffing rocks in my Polo socks
From stuffing rocks in my ho lil bra, stash
From in her purse to in her house, yeah

[Verse 1]
AK with the telescope, filet with a cherry coke
Enjoying the fruits of my labor, I pop that cherry hoe
Kush loud as a stereo, I got all these medicals
Powder bags of heavy snow, Eskimo, I'm askin' more
All that gas like Texico, all that ass you sexy ho
To my white girl, to my weed, that Mary Jane, that Mary Joe
Private planes and heavy doors, meeting bitches in metaphors
Like these singers poor like Singapore
From heaven's gates to the devil's doors
I'm joog, I'm hustling baby
All my money, I custom-made it
Numbers don't lie but people do
That's why they turn their back on you like 180
Degrees, please, I run with Gs
They got my back, I front me some keys
I smell a rat, they stunk up the streets
Now my peeps 'bout to come with them pumps, like Febreze