Oh yeah
Oh yeah, Oh yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, I ain't playing no X's and O's
Don't play with these hoes
I'm wearing all black all on my clothes
Got enemies don't even know
Getting so much money I just sit back
Watch for the pole, go click-clack
I'm in my mode, you better get back
I feel like Santa, I got a big sack
My shooter work at Mcdonald's and he got a Big Mac
You talking foul, so you need a Tic-Tac
Gimme that cart, and I'm finna rip that
Ran off with the pack and you cant get your shit back
I'm blowing gas, yeah I keep a big pack
I'm stacking the money, yeah I keep a big rack
I'm taking your bitch and she eat me like Benihana, I hope you should know that
Hit the blunt I flew up
Money I just throw up
Drank too much, I throw up
What's your gang, throw it up
Interview don't show up
You playing too much I had enough
I'm smoking on strong, this shit really tough
Hit me in the face, this shit really buff
Bitch you a cop I cannot let you cuff
Blowing on zooties, fuck it I just puff
Made it out the mud, that shit was rough
Bitch you was hating, yeah I fucking see it
Just wanted sex, I tell that hoe beat it
She on her knees to me like I'm a priest
I bought her a Bentley cause she drove a Prius
(Woah, Woah, Woah)
I'm too fucked up
Yeah, I'm too fucked up
Yeah, pour it in my cup
Yeah, I don't give no fuck
Yeah, bitch I run it up
I get the bands and run it up
(Up, up, up)
Yeah, I ain't playing no X's and O's
Don't play with these hoes
I'm wearing all black all on my clothes
Got enemies don't even know
Getting so much money I just sit back
Watch for the pole, go click-clack
I'm in my mode, you better get back
I feel like Santa, I got a big sack
My shooter work at Mcdonald's and he got a Big Mac
You talking foul, so you need a Tic-Tac
Gimme that cart, and I'm finna rip that
Ran off with the pack and you cant get your shit back
I'm blowing gas, yeah I keep a big pack
I'm stacking the money, yeah I keep a big rack
I'm taking your bitch and she eat me like Benihana, I hope you should know that