[Intro]
Ayy, yuh, haha
Ayy, ayy
[Verse]
Workin' to the check, call me fuckin' Bob Builder
Polo sweatshirts and the socks Hilfiger
Got a fuckin' choppa' and it likes to take pictures
Need my money now, kill J.G. Wentworth
Need my money now and it's all six figures
I won't stop now, bitch, I need to get richer
Choppa' goin' crazy and it needs a fuckin' Snicker
Bodies hit the wall like a mothafuckin' sticker
Got a fuckin' choppa' and it likes to kill niggers
Shooters on my team and we all fuckin' winners
Fuck on yo' mom and I fuck on yo' sister
Ice on my neck, got me feelin' like it's winter
Snow bunnies on my dick, lookin' for the Easter
You a fuckin' peasant and I'm a fuckin' leader
$NOT in her nose, bitch, I think she got the fever
Smokin' so loud, I don't need no fuckin' speaker
Drivin' in my Audi coupe, then I pull a Beemer
Fuck school, bitch, I don't need no fuckin' teacher
You a mean bitch, but my dick more meaner
You a deep bitch, but my dick go deeper
Hit a nigga wit' a bat, call me Derek Jeter
Fuck on your ho, nigga, you can fuckin' keep her
[Outro]
Ayy, yuh
Yuh, yuh
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