[Hook: Tha Joker]
We come to yout city
Fuck all the bitches
Test out yo weed
Drank all the liquor
Count up that change
Make sure that it's proper
You want us to rock it
Send my deposit
Show money, show money, show money, show money
Show money, show money, show money, show money
Show money, show money, show money, show money
Show money, show money, show money, show money

[Verse 1: Tha Joker]
Feel like I got ADD, I swear I can't just relax
Boy I am flyer then you, it's packed from the front to the back
Which of these two bitches, up in here, got that slap
No I ain't got no virus bitch but tonight you goin get hat
Looking for the nigga with the gas
Talking 93, octane
So if my car on E
I can blow smoke in my tank
Hoes out showing their feet
Coming in the rain or the sleet
All the cars in the parking lot like Busey just got released
Smoking on the the couch, putting hoes in the cushion
Is we looking good, baby 'cuz we see you lookin
Leave her beat, bruised like a cup of Bens
?
Say you got a party on the other side of town
But you no good in where the fuck it's going down
Got gold on my watch and I ain't comb my hair
Bout to turn this bitch like commercials on their
Fat bitch came with the girdle on her
We running this bitch like a hurdle on there
Welcome to the ceiling, me and Camp turned up got yo girl trying to fuck up my circle up here
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