Jazzy Jeff Rx Papi

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Real Rx
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
Walk in this bitch with two cups
And I got my Glick tucked
Nigga, I ain't switched up
Walk in this bitch with big bucks
Once it's up, bitch it's stuck
In the Audi getting my dick sucked
They say Papi a lil' rich fuck
Might pay for my bitch to get a big butt
Walk in this bitch like Óscar de la Hoya
Put yo' hand down, Papi ain't got nothin' for ya
Really cook crack on a George Foreman
Paranoid them crackers gon' kick the door in
I really get money, I don't talk at all
Glick hit yo' leg, can't walk at all
He tried to jump up and walk it off
Walk down on dawg, just me and dawg
Codeine got me dozin' off
Gun em down broad day, we strollin' off
Soon as you think you know ya dawg
Nigga show you you don't know ya dawg
Raw cocaine by my balls
These niggas swingin' on my balls
They ain't wanna pass me the ball
Show you lil' niggas how to ball
Boyz n the Hood, I'll take your ball
Pap gеt back, gotta shake it off
What exactly am I shakin' off?
I'm in the Audi and I'm takin' off
My bitch spеnt eleven hundred in Gucci
Walked out with panties and a bra
Only wore it thirty minutes long 'fore I made her take it off
They know Papi [?]
I like how it sound when I say [?]
Every day live life like an outlaw
You a forty dollar bitch doin' out calls
Up the Glick, knock a nigga mouth off
I ride around like a mob boss
Can't any nigga say they my boss
Walk in this bitch like Jack Frost
They say, "Papi, stop with all the funny shit"
Alright, what you want me to tell you? How much money I get?
Four times a day I changed my fit
How many times y'all want me to explain this shit?
I don't pull stunts to get famous and shit
Make a nigga famous with the stick
Broad day, rearrange a nigga shit
Got more money than all my opps
Got better clothes than all my opps
Drive more cars than all my opps
I crashed more cars than all my opps
Spun more blocks than all my opps
Catch more top than all my opps
All my opps broke as the fuck
Talk about me when they linkin' up
Suckin' mad dick when they wakin' up
I counted five thousand ten minutes ago
Spent four hundred dollars on new Girbauds
I'm higher than a bitch like Cheech & Chong
Two pounds of weed when I put my sneakers on
[?]
Bitch ain't gonna see me for long
Walk in this bitch like Tuff Tone
Don't make it caliente, cabrón