Ouu

I got money, fuck that boy, this ain't no diss

Feel like I'm Jordan, fuck them hoes, I play no tricks

I spend racks on all my fits, look at my kicks

I'm gon buy amiri denim, and I mix it with the ricks

A nigga talkin', call my partner, he gon' pull up with the stick

I promise it won't be no talkin', best believe he let it hit

And that lil' hoe, she keep on stalkin' from the time she let me hit

She gave my dick a lil' twist, and then she mixed it with the spit, ooh

No, I don't want relation with that hoe, she fucked da crew

That bitch, she fuckin' and she suckin', then go right back to her dude