[Intro]
Yo
[Verse 1]
White powder gave a bitch a runny nose, in the front row of the show doing cartwheels
Tried to cut it like a sawmill, eyes baby blue like the North Carolina Tar Heels
She put a leg out like the letter R, still hands on the side with the broad hips
Rawhide, but I'ma have to leave her outside 'cause I got a full house like a card deal
Can't be romantic with a c-note handed, just please no candids
No cameras, please no sandwich, but I'm still hungry, so please, no panties
Your friend's so lame and so conservative, she's so granny
I don't got hard candy in a bowl, but yo, I got two bar Xannies
Catfish is stupid, I don't bow hunt, but this money's cupid
And I wanna fund this human, invest in the chest like I run a union
She sip the brown liquor quicker, quicker, now honey's ruined
This bunny's clueless, but she's Australian, that onion's bloomin'
She called me a mad cunt and asked me to drink from her shoe
Lemme tell you that I didn't even waste none, Versace heels taste good too
I devour that shit, them hourglass hips, but I'm runnin' out of time, that's quicksand
I ain't really got no big plans, get to kissin', we can switch hands like a wristband
[Pre-Chorus]
Look, I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man, I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man
Pedal that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man
I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man, I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man
Used to be bricks under the Impala, now I holla "yeah" from the T tops of a Trans Am
Yo
[Verse 1]
White powder gave a bitch a runny nose, in the front row of the show doing cartwheels
Tried to cut it like a sawmill, eyes baby blue like the North Carolina Tar Heels
She put a leg out like the letter R, still hands on the side with the broad hips
Rawhide, but I'ma have to leave her outside 'cause I got a full house like a card deal
Can't be romantic with a c-note handed, just please no candids
No cameras, please no sandwich, but I'm still hungry, so please, no panties
Your friend's so lame and so conservative, she's so granny
I don't got hard candy in a bowl, but yo, I got two bar Xannies
Catfish is stupid, I don't bow hunt, but this money's cupid
And I wanna fund this human, invest in the chest like I run a union
She sip the brown liquor quicker, quicker, now honey's ruined
This bunny's clueless, but she's Australian, that onion's bloomin'
She called me a mad cunt and asked me to drink from her shoe
Lemme tell you that I didn't even waste none, Versace heels taste good too
I devour that shit, them hourglass hips, but I'm runnin' out of time, that's quicksand
I ain't really got no big plans, get to kissin', we can switch hands like a wristband
[Pre-Chorus]
Look, I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man, I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man
Pedal that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man
I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man, I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man
Used to be bricks under the Impala, now I holla "yeah" from the T tops of a Trans Am
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