Young Weezy in this motherfucker handcuff her
She aint nothin but some stairs, I done ran up her
I feel player haters stares, they aint sayin nothin
They aint makin nough from jacks, they aint takin nothin
I be wakin up the ma, we just straight fuckin
She get a date with the boy, bitch super lucky
And the money stills smell like the stuff
Ive been countin all day, got a hundred paper cuts
Got a, mouth of syrup and a white paper cup
Leanin like a motherfucker, might not even say wassup
Im the personal trainer, take the key, shape it up
Got rocks on my neck, nigga get your nature up
Smokin on that bubble gum got a nigga numb
90 Gs each wrist make a bitch cum
I just spent a Maserati on my chain man
So when Im movin I just say Im switchin lanes man
Made a permanent stain, my name name-brand
Bet I schooled your bitch with no game plan
Im a rock star, niggas know the block part
Niggas know I got bread, toast and pop-tarts
Hard top cars, drop tops as well
Hard work, soft work, chop chop and sell
Cock block hand held, pop pop oh well
Diamonds on my whole chain, flamin up the whole L
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Diamonds on my neck, dia-diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my neck, dia-diamonds on my neck
Im smokin pounds of green, smokin pounds of green
Smokin pounds of green, smokin pounds of green
Hot boy baby, hotter than them other boys
Standin by the heater in the summer with the oven on
Im the nigga that your baby mama lovin on
Spend your child support on the dress and its coming off
The youngin is somethin stunnin with the tummy off
The Testarosa got a ulcer, Im just stuntin yall
Birdman JR, I get that money yall
Workin that traffic, call me the cross guard
I ball hard like the playoffs bitch
Yall niggas aint playin in the championship, shit
Where my streets at, nigga where my Gs at?
Red rags up, where my where my Bs at?