[Intro]. Oh my God did you hear the new Gucci Mane album?. I love Gucci Man! I love Kreayshawn! Let's get it bumpin' bumpin' yeah!. [Hook]. This is for my hoes hoes in the secondhand clothes. Who use their dollar bill to put the powder in they nose. I love my hoes hoes in the secondhand clothes. Who use their dollar bill to put the powder in they nose. Rich whore rich whore spending at the thrift store. Line it up line it up sniff more sniff more!. What up bitch? I heard you go to Film. What up bitch? I see you dancin' with no rhythm. What up bitch? I know you like that gangsta rapper. You'll prolly piss your pants if you ever seen the trap. [Verse 1]. I fuckin' hated school but I love my Trapper Keeper. That's where I kept my work go ahead and ask my teacher. I got pretty features "Did you major in photography?". Well I did and fuck that noise I'm a self-taught prodigy. Honestly I'm probably a bonafide problem child. I was born with hella stees you had to go buy your style. Ginger Spice Ginger Spice hustle hard Fisher Price. (?) I just hit the swisher twice. Sporty Spice Sporty Spice hustle hard for forty nights. Forty days 40k forty hoes forty wives. Forty fashion student who designing all my merchandise. And she hella shallow damn she could be my perfect wife!. [Hook]. [Verse 2]. Broke house poor house crack house trap house. Art loft sky freight sky-high penthouse. We in the downtown suite and the view is mayne. A rapper talked about it so she had the system lame. Her boyfriend's in an indie band and got a moustache. The music's fuckin' lame he lookin' like a muskrat. Trust that co-sign it take it it to the bank. You can put a pig in makeup but you can't disguise a stain. I'm sharper than a shank in my marijuana stank. My life is like a work of art your canvas lookin' blank. So add a little color put some paint on your palette. Because I fill them galleries them painter hoes is mad at me!. Line it up sniff it! Chop it up sniff it!. [Hook]