[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Drop that coke in that hot water
And tell that bitch to hold her nose
Her name Tunechi Bitch
First name Tunechi, last name Bitch
It ain't no bitch, bitch
But it's Tunechi bitch
And right now, I'm here checkin' in for the mothafuckin' appreciation
Who the fuck is Stevie J?
If you don't know by now, you mothafuckas stupid, nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
LIV on Sundays
And money every mothafuckin' day, nigga
[Chorus: HoodyBaby]
Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
Big homie droppin' off the torch, I'm smokin' out the Porsche
Real life, street nigga, made a million off the court
I don't even fuckin' hoop, I can really run and shoot
Ho you know I give and go, I can really duck and move
Homie call Pusha T, ask him what's the bookin' fee
I don't need a fuckin' show, hit my kitchen, cook a ki
She say "Thank you", I say "Please, all this coke, you still want cheese?"
All that dope stuck in your nose, and you still gon' charge a G?
Ho you know it's so HB, we got the game like KBC
Gave the profit to my mom, I've been bumpin' Tracy T
I've been leanin', I've been fienin', I've been prayin' for my demons
You must think I'm lyin', I spent a hundred thou this evenin'
Drop that coke in that hot water
And tell that bitch to hold her nose
Her name Tunechi Bitch
First name Tunechi, last name Bitch
It ain't no bitch, bitch
But it's Tunechi bitch
And right now, I'm here checkin' in for the mothafuckin' appreciation
Who the fuck is Stevie J?
If you don't know by now, you mothafuckas stupid, nigga
Fuck wrong with you?
LIV on Sundays
And money every mothafuckin' day, nigga
[Chorus: HoodyBaby]
Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
Man I'm richer than a bitch, ho, you must think I'm lyin'
Wake up, gotta get dough, you must think I'm lyin'
Got my jeweler fuckin' with me heavy, you must think I'm lyin'
You 'on't want it, you ain't really ready, you must think I'm lyin'
[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
Big homie droppin' off the torch, I'm smokin' out the Porsche
Real life, street nigga, made a million off the court
I don't even fuckin' hoop, I can really run and shoot
Ho you know I give and go, I can really duck and move
Homie call Pusha T, ask him what's the bookin' fee
I don't need a fuckin' show, hit my kitchen, cook a ki
She say "Thank you", I say "Please, all this coke, you still want cheese?"
All that dope stuck in your nose, and you still gon' charge a G?
Ho you know it's so HB, we got the game like KBC
Gave the profit to my mom, I've been bumpin' Tracy T
I've been leanin', I've been fienin', I've been prayin' for my demons
You must think I'm lyin', I spent a hundred thou this evenin'
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