i dont make dollars but I'm fuckin round with rands net minute rubber bands in ma head I got plans dates booked out full schedule professionally draped out living on the edge dat my real lifestyle I like to pull up on scene my own style got dem willing out girls go wild all the time I put down for the cape OG KUSH EVERYDAY IM BLOWING ON THAT REAL STRONG SHIT COZ IM REAL shake it bitch shake that ass bitch now alota bitches wanna jump upon a nigga dick I just keep a semi auto extended clips with a big click got them sick to their stomach when I pull up like a earthquake make the floor shake draped out like a motherfucker twerk that ass make it clap back she know dat ass fat she throw it back like a boomerang tel me baby when u go hit it back I'm chilling in the flats with a Remy and a Jack strapped up SA KING straight macking BLOWING ON A KUSH cpt do the moonwalk on ma black streets ona gas FAST cash shake ur ass fast slow dance do it again gun a bitch down when you fuck around in my town keep it gangsta all the time gurra stay up keep grinding baby mama know gurra hold her down why i never put my glock down addicted to the gun sounds music DAILY playing in my ears in the gheto gurra tel the youth that they shouldn't have a fear for this shit no more I tel a bitch make that ass clap with her hands on the floor dont stop twerking dont stop twerking i like that thang u do with no hands make it go boom