Janet Jackson ft. Big Sad 1900 Lyrics

Hit a white girl party with Charlie sheen, Finna Bring kate upton back to the team

Hop in the coupe and we go so fast, Start pushing, start pushing and we hit the

Max, Hit 140 cause it's on the dash, I'm like baby, I'm like baby, I'm finna go till I crash

Pac-Man do you smoke that gas, And now we smoking cause it's puff puff pass

And I'm loaded, but I'm milly rocking, Getting jiggy and tricky with Mary Poppins

And I'm loaded, but I'm milly rocking, Getting jiggy and tricky with Mary Poppins

Ayy this amiri's on my ass I drop them racks, Ayy lil bro hit the road he got them packs

This bitch faking acting like she got my back, And we outside we thugging up on the lac

Fast cars we just racing through the city, They pop shots towards my way but they ain't hit me

I'm off the block how we moving it get jiggy, They play on cars around this bitch or it get itchy

I'm on a mission tryna have a hundred million, I'm blocking bitches out my life they in they feelings

I got a court next month I got a hearing, I get high in this bitch I'm to the ceiling

I got them young niggas with me we be wilding, I spend some money in Dior I be styling

Ayy I'm in Oakland I'm riding TJ styling, These lil sneakers on my feet they cost a thousand

He a Venice Beach bum we don't do V's, Caught him slipping and I hit him with a two piece

We don't really like fucking with them peewees, Yeah they balling overseas up in Shanghai

Acting like you rob me Brodie is you high, I don't really wanna stop and rock and roll

I'ma chill cause I'm on parole, He my shooter he on my payroll

Heavy metal rock and roll when I tuck on my 40, at a red light I caught him with a switchblade

Batmobile skirt off like I'm Bruce Wayne, poetic justice bitch, Hop ina coupe Janet Jackson

Get the bag and I hit my dance like Michael Jackson, moon walking to the Uchis

Busting out the coochies, why would I Slide Over there n talk to them busters

Yeah baby yeah look at these diamonds