Lyrics: Giovanni Goree
Music: Giovanni Goree
I took the ho down a whole different route
Bustdown baguette, bought my jeweler a house
B-b-breakin' a bag from a Jansport pouch
I can show you what a rich nigga 'bout, huh
Thirty-five hundred, I shine in the sun
Who I trust? No one else but my gun and my gut (Fft)
Don't get whiped, and get murked
Pop out in summer, you like what you see? Then you gotta go make that shit work
I been whippin' Yoda
I been fillin' pockets, eat dessert
Sippin' on codeine, feel too good
Pourin' Sprite, so I gotta go burp (Fft)
Whip out the molly sand tan, uh (Huh, tan, uh)
Money turn bitch to a dancer, huh (Dancer)
I'm mixin' lean in the Fanta, huh (Fanta)
Tat' on my arm, Danny Phantom, huh (Phantom)
Say, slatt (Slatt)
Huh, trappin' off a European Jack
Huh, smokin' on exotic roll thrax
I been ****in' on a bad lil' brat (Slatt)
I just pop me a X and then geek up (Geek up)
I'm finna ball out the meter (Swish)
I need my aura like Rita
My Raf Simons jeans, I don't rock no Redux (Fft)
Model ho, she blow my beeper (Hey)
They play GoVanni! on speaker (Ya)
**** is he sayin'? Speak up (Speak up)
Run up, it's Halloween, I trick and treat ya (Blatt)
No, don't wanna greet ya (Blatt)
Pop out and speed out the meter (Skrr, huh)
Probably didn't mean to go **** on your bitch, if I did, then I say, "Nice to meet ya" (Huh)
It's paint on her face, huh (What?)
Up in LA (Woah)
Huh, I came in late, my pockets they ate
I eat you like steak, chop you like cake
Huh, 25K, that's a light ball, spend it on a plate
Go Nobu with bitches, I like dinner dates
If I came in late, just pardon me, you know I fill up my safe ('Kay)
I took the ho down a whole different route
Bustdown baguette, bought my jeweler a house
B-b-breakin' a bag from a Jansport pouch
I can show you what a rich nigga 'bout, huh
Thirty-five hundred, I shine in the sun
Who I trust? No one else but my gun and my gut (Fft)
Don't get whiped, and get murked
Pop out in summer, you like what you see? Then you gotta go make that shit work
I been whippin' Yoda
I been fillin' pockets, eat dessert
Sippin' on codeine, feel too good
Pourin' Sprite, so I gotta go burp (Fft)
Whip out the molly sand tan, uh (Huh, tan, uh)
Money turn bitch to a dancer, huh
I'm mixin' lean in the Fanta, huh
Tat' on my arm, Danny Phantom, huh