Cocky and conceited, I got a bunch of reasons
I'll be damned if I repeat it
I ask her for her number, I fuck her
Then delete it chilling in my drop
Nigga beating down yo' block
Shakin' off the pigs and I
Bitch up on my cock, got my
Money in my sock, nigga give me what you got
You could call me Mr retail
I interrupt yo shit quick
Dump 'em by the ocean you can
Find 'em with the seashells
Rolling, rolling, rolling
I ain't talking 'bout no pills
Make 'em tell about the wheels
Gettin' all this money give a
Fuck 'bout how you feel feelin' on this
Chopper, choppa hundred shots
Knocking pictures off your wall
All these hoes on my balls like
Straght drop in a pot, got the watch
And it's hot, non-stop like give
Me what you got, what you got
Beefin' I got my reasons we creepin'
Better pray that you blessed
When the snub sneazin' my bitches
Love eatin' so that's threesome
Yo bitch cheatin' wait 'til you
Leave and she swallow semen
I'm probably the realest breathin' under 25
I'm the finest, 2Pac Shakur if he didn't die
From the side where hammers is hereditary
Pull off the hip and send
Bullets to your secondary
Run the field like Barry, livin' legendary
Stickin' dick in business secretaries
Hoes give me they heart like
It's the fourteenth of February
Played her from the start
I just fuck and leave her for you to marry
It's too much money in this world
Unless she workin' the strip
Making my pockets flip my kind of bitch
Man she quick and slide off in a Jeep
I haven't trusted a bitch since TLC creep
Chopper, choppa hundred shots
Knocking pictures off your wall
All these hoes on my balls like
Straght drop in a pot, got the watch
And it's hot, non-stop like give
Me what you got, what you got