Check one, Check two Damn I'm really making moves Don't nothing go better than a taco and a brew Getting heading head from a condo with a view When she tells me I'm the best I'm like "What if this is true?" Much love Look like five million girls in one club Murder, murder, murder O.J. with one glove And I don't want to fuck that bad The rum does You know I get to tripping with the rum does buzz Not tripping on your man or whatever it once was I just only need to hit once Do a little movie Get a little lunch You know they say real hoes know how to roll blunts Don't come around me try pulling those stunts You've been on my dick Don't even try to front I mix grey goose with a cold Playas Punch And I ain't really had good head in two months Dom where you been? Tell em I blew up And I've got the kind of pockets that'll make you look buff Last year was cool but it wasn't enough You know it's something wrong if you see me on the bus You know it's so right when you see me in the chucks Got the hard denim jeans And I'm walking like uh All the niggas say ho All the bitches say ow Just cause you got money don't mean you've got style I been on this real fly shit for a while Two sixteens that's thirty-two thou Get out my way if you ain't trying to get down Baby keep your head up cause you know I get around I go pick her up You know I hit her down Her man hit me up like "Ay, you with her now?" Quit jocking my style Nigga
