text: Your girl been hot since Corduroys
  Since quarter waters and all the boys used to
  Try to beat like the corner boys
  Cause they heard the pussy wetter than them Dorney rides
  Fuck with who? Fucks with you
  As long as them checks clear like Huxtable
  I’m known to hang, with a thug or two
  Niggas that only do, what a thug would do
  Ask about me, the feds watch daily
  Getting more cheese, more bread than a deli
  And Im getting love, fan mail like Melly
  And I throw it up, twelve o’clock when I wheelie
  Im in the A, I scoop my nigga Grave
  Coupe gotta be beige, you gotta get paid
  Aint nothin worse than being a broke bitch
  I always got crack, I tell ‘em to smoke this
  Im in that custom coupe, 650 drop
  Eighty thousand down, off the lot
  White tee with the ice grill off the block
  Snitch niggas, bitch niggas wanna call the cops
  Im only bursting my yayo off the docks
  Silencers from the Glock
  Out of town selling grams, a hundred a pack
  Five star resorts with 
  Riding jetskis with the Audemar on the sleeve
   pinky ring 
  H-class diamond, a nigga still rhymin
  Dreams of the charts, soon-to-be climbin
  Gucci vest on, teflon lining
   sea food 
  Get the dope through customs, they’re not bustin’
  Feds, dont trust ’em, skip town, duck em
  Cop a few more hammers then I bust em
  Automatics my specialty