[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
A lot of money comin' in right now, I just stack it up
Let me see the pussy, turn your ass around and then come back it up
I done gave this bitch a shot of Casamigos, now she actin' up
Plug called me with some Actavis and now we Actin' up
Pour a deuce in a small pop and get activated
They like, "Mike, why the fuck you leave the streets?" 'Cause I graduated
I'm high as hell, she wanna suck my dick, it got me agitated
So we did it anyway, and shit, I had a baby, just laid her
Congratulations, I'm like, "Don't have the baby"
She had that bitch for 'bout three months, I might just stab the baby
No, no, can't do no kids, bitch, you know who I'm is
She said, "Don't leave," I did, I had to freeze my wrist
Bitches ask me all the time like, "Mike, why you like this?"
She gotta wanna fuck me bad, no, I can't choose my bitch
I caught a cramp bustin' a pistol, why it shoot like this?
I pressed it once, it went splat, why it shoot like this?
I'm the G.O.A.T., and otherwise, if you don't like me, then it's fuck you
I just bought my second PLR today and it was custom
And it got three beams on that bitch, I catch your sight, boy, you in trouble
Caught him dancin' with his bitch, I hit him with a Cupid shuffle
If you the boss, then who the muscle?
I got on, I knew the hustle
To the streets, we accustomed
You wanna beef? We gon' touch you
Orange fleece, Louis duffle
Hundred thousand, we done touched 'em
Foreign bitch, think she Russian
Stashed the dope, we ain't flush it
A lot of money comin' in right now, I just stack it up
Let me see the pussy, turn your ass around and then come back it up
I done gave this bitch a shot of Casamigos, now she actin' up
Plug called me with some Actavis and now we Actin' up
Pour a deuce in a small pop and get activated
They like, "Mike, why the fuck you leave the streets?" 'Cause I graduated
I'm high as hell, she wanna suck my dick, it got me agitated
So we did it anyway, and shit, I had a baby, just laid her
Congratulations, I'm like, "Don't have the baby"
She had that bitch for 'bout three months, I might just stab the baby
No, no, can't do no kids, bitch, you know who I'm is
She said, "Don't leave," I did, I had to freeze my wrist
Bitches ask me all the time like, "Mike, why you like this?"
She gotta wanna fuck me bad, no, I can't choose my bitch
I caught a cramp bustin' a pistol, why it shoot like this?
I pressed it once, it went splat, why it shoot like this?
I'm the G.O.A.T., and otherwise, if you don't like me, then it's fuck you
I just bought my second PLR today and it was custom
And it got three beams on that bitch, I catch your sight, boy, you in trouble
Caught him dancin' with his bitch, I hit him with a Cupid shuffle
If you the boss, then who the muscle?
I got on, I knew the hustle
To the streets, we accustomed
You wanna beef? We gon' touch you
Orange fleece, Louis duffle
Hundred thousand, we done touched 'em
Foreign bitch, think she Russian
Stashed the dope, we ain't flush it
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