text: All of my foreigns got luxurious speed, I could hit on the freeway
  I aint givin no help, I know how to play deaf I dont talk to the D.A
  Met yo bitch in the strip, wit my dick on her lip, and her nut lookin like toothpaste
  If we hop in da whip, with sixteen in the clip, that boy gon see his due date
  Got hunnids, on hunnids, on hunnids, on hunnids, I keep me some blue racks
  If its your comma, it cost me a couple of commas, I got it in two days
  I done got more designer, it that im rockin this shit all in one way
  Livin life, and I never will trade it for nothin, thank God every Sunday
  Do what they dont, and I ball when I want, and these niggas dont like it
  When I come to the scene, its me, im so fresh and so clean, I know they gon bite it
  Pockets full of blue Cheese, im smokin on Biscotti 
  Swear to God, we aint playin, we keep a minivan, and a Glock we can light it
  Louis bag full of bands, i keep me a lil hunnid gram, aint nothin excitin
  Im a boy, I feel like a Lion
  We aint got nothin to say, we bitin