Luck of the Irish Foggieraw

{Intro}
(cool, calm, collected)

(cool, calm, collected, ya dig)

Dude, I gotta ball on you niggas
Like luck of the Irish
Huh, just 'cause you got money
Don't mean you can dress
Go get you a stylist, uh

I know this rachet white girl
But her dad cool as hell
Like Billy Rae Cyrus, uh
I wake up every morning
Take a praise up to God
He be giving me guidance
Look, I can't be friends with you niggas
Cause if we do dirt and get caught
You're not gonna be silent

I got this bad little shorty
Who works at (?)
But I don't post her
I gotta keep her private
I got the Jays on the nigga
The (?) on thе nigga
The glow on the hoes was pricеless
Yeah, they suspended on my license
'Cause I won't drive slow
I still work that hoe
No license