Medusa Trouble (Ft. Jeezy)

[Intro]
Big Papito

[Pre-Chorus: Trouble]
Hey
No strings attached, okay
Okay, Chanel put on your frames
And on your back, okay
Okay,  don't go to lookin' strange
When I go tat your face (Yeah)
I don't look like that when
You be askin' me 'bout racks, okay (I don't look like that, don't look like that)

[Chorus: Trouble]
Hop on this dick, just like a scooter (Uh-huh, ya)
Brand new whip, with old money, like my cougar (Uh-huh, ya)
Designer got that shit sittin' fat, is that Medusa? (Uh-huh)
These niggas ain't real, I ain't bool with that
I just might shoot ya (Uh-huh)

[Verse 1: : Trouble]
I fuck with King and Dill for real, so free Bibby (Free Bibby)
I was gettin' some lip service, just like Gigi (Just like Gigi, yeah)
I remember a bitch curved me, then I had a three piece (Had like three, yeah)
Talking 'bout the same time, my future bright no TV (This ain't TV, yeah)
Get off my dick bitch, damn hoe I gotta pee pee (I think I pee one time)
I had a shootout, who pick the youngins up?
That was Neenee (Got a real bitch, one time)
Keep gettin' this paper, I don't want you talking 'bout free me
But a nigga tried, damn, guess you just gotta free me
If I'm hoppin outside of a Phantom
.40, inside of my hand
Ballerinas on me keep on dancin'
Trappin' outside of Atlantic (Trap)
Send my lil' bitch to go grab it (Trap)
Gettin' to the money a habit (Sheesh)
She be ocean wet, she the Atlantic
Got another hoe stuck on the campus (Woo)
She be mixin' her drink with the Addy
She be like "Trouble come back with my panties", wait
I just want the paper, baby swear I'm not a fan of that
Yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause then you gon' want shit free
And I gotta get my cheese
It's different if you was my bish
I'ma bless you, yes indeed (Baby, you know I got bless)