[Intro: Fat Pat]
In the sky, so high on Cloud 9
Mad— mad ho, but a young playa staying dine
In the sky, so high on Cloud 9
Mad— mad ho, but a young playa staying dine
In the sky, so high on Cloud 9
Mad— mad ho, but a young playa staying dine
In the sky, so high on Cloud 9
Mad— mad ho, but a young playa staying dine
You ain't no pimp, you're a rest-haven for hoes
You're a car thief, a car thief
That one you got out there is probably hot as a firecracker right now
That was thirty-five thousand dollars?
Thirty-five thousand dollars cash money
No, I get one— Thirty-five thousand dollars plus one, right?
The one I gave you?
No, you gave me six though, right?
I had one with six and a thirty-five thousand plus one plus six makes seven
Thirty-five thousand dollars and seven, right?
Motherfuckеr, can you buy that?
Mad— mad ho, but a young playa staying dine
[Verse 1]
Uh, man, hold up, a young nigga stayin' dine
I be trippin', so if you owе me, you best to pay me mine
Ain't gon' catch me in no skinny jeans, that's where I draw the line
Rollin' murder, that mean the pain of swangers no longer shine
That satin black on this Cadillac
Bandana motherfucker, I had to act
Lost lookin' for it, they can't find it though
I hit a button, they'll never know I had the pack
Bad bitches on it, never ran with rats
And Dominique went and keep my hands intact
Couple niggas talkin' shit, I uppercut a couple niggas
'Til I old-style whip them hoes back to back
Nigga, I don't need another baby mama
Just want some good head and clean vagina
I ain't fuckin' with it if it's a panty liner
'Cause the bitch is bleedin' if she's an old-timer
Only smoke good weed, no slow-downers
If you want 'em, I got 'em, get the dough out ya
Y'all niggas ain't even my bros kinda
That's why I don't speak when I roll by ya
Come and dine
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