Ayy, tell this nigga say he want what? He want what?
Call your phone and say who?
Man, I dont know what the fuck she want, man
That bitch got me fucked up
I ask grandma for fifty, she gave me a hundred
Shit, I brought her back some money, I was trappin and shit
But I trap with shit
Gang in this bitch
Damn Grandma, I cant get a hundred to fuck around with and get off the block?
Dont say nothin when I get locked up now
Shit, she dont even wanna give no hundred though
She gave to me though, she gave me fifty
Nah, I brought back a hundred, she gave me fifty
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Hahaha, ayy
Ask grandma for fifty 
She gave me a hundred 
I ran off with the money 
Then brought back some money 
Smoking green dope 
Shit reekin like fried onions 
I take any money , foreign money or rap money
I be trappin, I aint lackin, nigga I aint worried 
I will let my gun blow, nigga, I aint scared 
Im a warrior with a thirty, nigga, I aint Curry
Check out my watch, my diamonds, nigga, they aint blurry 
Blurry, blurry, blurry, blurry
I was in Wokcanos eatin on some curry 
But wanting to hit thirty-four, bitch, thats Eddy Curry 
Im still smokin loud , even though you hear me 
Bitch, Im in the field, White Sox, Paul Konerko 
Get my hittas on you, Ronald Belasario 
Told that bitch that gave me head last night, nerdy hoe 
Throwin money in the club, Im a pitcher, run yours up 
And I swear my watch a thot, it is a lil flirty hoe 
Pull up doin hits, eating on some cereal 
White chocolate, white milk, red Cheerios 
Shoot the red guts out a nigga, red gut material 
Bitch, Im trappin in my trap, dancin like Lil TerRio 
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Ask grandma for fifty 
She gave me a hundred 
I ran off with the money 
Then brought back some money 
Smoking green dope 
Shit reekin like fried onions 
I take any money , foreign money or rap money
I be trappin, I aint lackin, nigga I aint worried 
I will let my gun blow, nigga, I aint scared 
Im a warrior with a thirty, nigga, I aint Curry
Check out my watch, my diamonds, nigga, they aint blurry 
Gang, gang
White vette, pull up red interior 
Engine too damn loud, Im not hearin ya 
Four nickel on my hip, Im not fearin ya 
Hollows hit your face its bacteria 
Bitch, Im trappin out the hemi-a 
Bitch, Im trappin with the semi tucked 
Got a thousand for a hundred pack, then pick it up 
Nigga said can he be Glo, Im not feeling ya 
Bitch, Im in the trap, Im countin all these silly bucks 
Dirty money, but it keep me clean as fuck 
All this jewelry on got me blinging up 
Nigga want war, tell him set it up 
Gang, gang, gang, gang, bang, bang
Ask grandma for fifty 
She gave me a hundred 
I ran off with the money 
Then brought back some money 
Smoking green dope 
Shit reekin like fried onions 
I take any money , foreign money or rap money
I be trappin, I aint lackin, nigga I aint worried 
I will let my gun blow, nigga, I aint scared 
Im a warrior with a thirty, nigga, I aint Curry
Check out my watch, my diamonds, nigga, they aint blurry