W Lyrics

What we doing?

What we doing? Yeah, yeah yuh

Aye

Riding by the coast, in the bag, 100k

Man fuck that little bitch, she probably mad that I'm paid

But I'm up, throwing money, Fat Joe, make it rain

Got a dubby in my hand, West side what I claim

Yeah, we tote Glocks, hoe stop, before you get your dome shot

Does she got that ass? She got a whole lot

Don't wanna be around you, you I'm finna boycott

Now your man stepped, lets see what that boy got

Spilt a little drank on the floor in the crib

Damn my body overheating, think I'm getting really lit

Imma pass out on the couch, take hell of a trip

Think I'm about to black out, like I'm talking about the tint

On my window, shawty want the dick, I make her limbo

Be a fighter, Imma slice you without a Kimbo

Lil Jon, What! Tell that motherfucker get low

Cause I'm like Nahmir, I be bouncing with that foe foe

Cannot fuck with a fake, they star in the Claymation

You a pig, I don't like you so its time to make bacon

Putting Japanese in her, funny now my bae Asian

She be working out with me, now I got her legs shaking

Chilling by the shore, got like 3 or 4 whores

And they all for the bros, cause I know they getting bored

She want me to lock the door? Okay sure

Now she giving road head, in my Honda Accord

Yeah, Riding by the coast, in the bag, 100k

Man fuck that little bitch, she probably mad that I'm paid

But I'm up, throwing money, Fat Joe, make it rain

Got a dubby in my hand, West side what I claim

Yeah, we tote Glocks, hoe stop, before you get your dome shot

Does she got that ass? She got a whole lot

Don't wanna be around you, you I'm finna boycott

Now your man stepped, lets see what that boy got