Arugula

[Verse 1] Money coming from the MT— Green spitting out the MTA, it be coming out arugula White hoes screamin' at the stage like yer tubular Turnt all my J's to clientele 'cause I'm exuberant If he told me that I need a scale, I don’t know who I am Eatin' mushrooms on the block with my killer can Too tall to stand in this bitch, he broke the ceiling fan Ain't thinking bout the tab, baby, who mad? Get to some pape' with your cool ass Mop mop mop, if I had to spray a chop, you gon' loosen up Ain't thinking bout the shit you thinking bout, you ain't used to us Fuck you tahm bout, bit' got a problem then iron it out Bitch don't know my name You better call me king or just sound it out I'ma pass out paint to everybody that come round this roundabout And if I don't know your budgеt, baby Best believе I'm gonna find it out Got a pretty little bitch that's chimin' in Got an ugly little hoe that's chimin' out I be looking so good I forgot what that sound about [Verse 2] Thought a nigga left but nah, he just went to the liquor store Thought she gettin' her name hoe, pass that hoe a Corona though "You 'posed to do dis for me!" Hoe, slow your roll Acting like you know something 'bout me, bitch, you ain't been here before Bitches broke down bad, had to go and reassemble a hoe Got my toolbox, I'ma gon' head and tinker hoe E-40 and his baby sister, had the sprinkle on 'em And she said she love all my songs, I hit my jingles on her Every time I do what I love, I get butterflies Feelin' like Frankenstein, lighting bolt that make me come alive Fluff, pull up baby girl, we bout to go to work Go girl, it's your world but you better show your worth All my niggas got style for days, you know we been berserk They been got on the Prada shades off a braindead shirt Bill nine hundred dollars in here, we ain't get dessert Ain't even add the tip on there but it was worth it Break a bitch back, she reimbursing King like he Xerses, all your verses cursing All your verses written in cursive All your verses written in digital de blackberry How you tough on the net, in real life you act scared? Come here little bitch, let me pop that cherry Sasquatch, yeti, boy I ain't that hairy Uh, Westwood on my ring but I ain't married Hoes and prose with my niggas, sharing is caring Little bitch trying to act tough with me, your life ain't daring I was on the block with killers and fiends, your life ain't barbaric They ain't gon' miss you til' you gone, now they wanna treat you like a tribute [Outro] Being broke ain't a joke Ain't shit cute Being broke ain't a joke Baby girl, ain't shit cute