[Intro: AZ]
(Ha, yeah, spit at 'em son)
Niggas on the creep for all types of shit
Ya’knahmean (Word)
I mean done ran through plenty pussy, done got plenty head (Haha)
Ya'knamasayin?
Time for a change, nigga (True)
[Verse 1: AZ]
Dearly beloveds, in search for a woman with full coverage
College degree, plus her own V, fuck the extra luggage
Love 'em rugged, trickin’ funds and thinkin' nothin' of it
Run republic, minor dispute, some way above it
The wardrobe laced with the fabrics from across the globe
Bought me clothes, only truе playas got different choice of hoеs
Sick dealin' from past bitches gave me mixed feelings
Sketchin' books by Macmillan, made me quit illin'
Rich and willin', how many ladies ever catch the villain?
Some niggas startin' their stables, I done pimped a million
Saw the sights, came to conclusion there’s more to life
Need the quarter type, somethin’ real plusher, I can sport (?)
Ball for life, holdin my head through all the hype
Let's ball tonight, puffin’ that ganja got me sort of nice
Get the whip, warm the shit up, let's hit the strip
I'm kickin' it, just like Iceberg, my words is infinite
[Verse 2: Ameer]
???
[Outro]
Ameer, AZ, we out
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