Loads of money cause Im arrogant
Riding with Lola Bunny cause I got carrots
Riding with Lola Bunny cause I got carrots
In this room with tons of money, cause Im arrogant
Somebody call bud up tell him we finna air it
Urm mm urr nn errr cause Im servin
And I smoke blunts in the air cause Im arrogant is
Ice cream sprinkles in the, chain
No, you cant hang if you aint, gang
Bitch, stop merging, stay up in yo, lane
Fuck you take the hit for if you aint got no aim?
All these niggas rockin with the, gang
Glock 40. that rock ya witcha, chain
The Jeep truck took off from the Mustang
The fuck you take the ride for if you werent on a thang?
The fuck you in the whip for if you aint squeezin?
You aint with the shits, then you should be leavin
Free all my shorties out the damn prison
Loud pack bust my еar drums, I cant hear shit
Pussy got that fake ice on, hе embarrassed
I paid 3K for this scarf, Im not a terrorist
Got out the cage and flew right past you like a parrot
Ridin with Lola the Bunny cause I got carrots
Told that ho dont talk to me because Im married
She said her man got a chain, but he dont never wear it
Baby, I can track the money, no matter where it is
You gon see me pullin up, wheels spinnin like Ferris wheels
You gon see me sildin by shinier, thats some tyre shine
Accordin to my watch, you can get up with me at anytime
Pull up super charge, like meet me down at the finish line
The shit they said when I was young, Im older man, I get it now
The bitch did went and got her face done, she think she pretty now
The bitch did went and got her ass done, she think she pokin now
She got her buns out, its hot out, she think she smokin now
Took the bitch heart and ran away, I think she broken now
I got bread, I cant be loafin now
Slid the car right to your slot, its a token now
If I get caught, wont depend on no bitch dont hold me down
Ill shoot a nigga like kuh, thats the Kobe sound
Young nigga you ridin with a jock, theyll hold it down
Fore you be onside of the law, you dont know us now
Then you got a nigga like me, who gon know its them
And I know they ran my fuckin plates, like I know its him
Bitch, get out my fuckin face, if you dont know wassam
Gave a bitch a blunt and a bottle, now its going down
All these bitches love fuckin rappers, man, they going round
Just sent the brick, dry wall, you know I tore it down
Bitch, get the fuck out the truck, if you dont know whats up
Strap on my M13, showin’ my shoulder love
Aint no front-end, back-end, I dont go to clubs
Baby, let the cars back in, Im tryna show the club
Hold on, niggas on some snake shit mow the club
Gang gang, walked in, coolin’ tryna glow the club
Desert eagle so big this bitchll blow the club
You think this shit a game, well phew, had to show the club
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew