Hey, I'm sorry.
Sorry, baby.
All this is just my soul and horror.
No.
Bang, bang, bang.
Sorry, baby.
I'm flying, I'm on it.
I'm talking, I'm walking.
All that dang girl, we're shipping.
The Lord and His farting.
Please do not confront me.
If you ain't talking, mind it.
Take a look, baby, still doing.
I'm already fogging.
Let it rain, let it all fall down.
All caught down.
I'll be insane to complain, baby.
I'm so high.
I don't want to come down.
Sorry, baby.
Hopped out the car, smiling like a star.
And I'm cleaned up, some like a mop.
Chopped wing and some like my trunk.
When I'm standing tall, some like a dog.
I'm talking about the money, talking about the f***, baby.
Hey, baby, you know what the f*** you do to me.
I'm riding with my shoulder, he won't hesitate to squeeze.
Hey, homie, you know what the f*** you do to me.
Really step up in my ball, man.
And what I'm talking, that's all off, damn.
Knock you down like a Sherrod Blackhawk's gang.
I ain't never had nothing.
Hey, baby, I'm flying and I bought it.
I talk and I walk it.
Only thing I worship is the Lord and His farting.
Please do not confront me.
If you ain't talking, mind it.
Take a look, baby, still doing.
I'm already fogging.
Let it rain, let it all fall down.
All caught down.
I'll be insane to complain, baby.
I'm so high.
I don't want to come down, baby.
Talk about a come up.
Me and my young boys playing with a lump sum.
Damn, n****s that owe me always trying to avoid me.
Clutching my 40 and f***ing with a shorty.
They want to gossip all through the day.
Meanwhile, we floss it every way.
Forget what it's costing.
We get it right back when we lost it.
My G .I. Joe got the Mac in case they want to cross me.
I'm being impatient.
Got me a new spot that's spacious.
And I don't test drive the sedan.
I'll take it.
I want to shine.
I want to rub it in their faces.
Yeah, I'm flying and I bought it.
I talk and I walk it.
Only thing I worship is the Lord and His farting.
Please do not confront me.
If you ain't talking, mind it.
Take a look, baby, still doing.
I'm already fogging.
Let it rain, let it all fall down.
All come down.
I'll be the same.
I'm so high.
I want to come down.
All of these bitches call me Big Daddy.
Do so much in KOD.
They calling me Trick Daddy.
Montclair with Louis Vuitton.
Yeah, I'm mismatching.
You can tell I'm a rich n***a by looking at me.
I'm just chilling, my n***a.
My diamonds dancing.
You know I shop on Rodeo.
I'm never tacky.
I'm paper chasing till they put me in a casket.
I swear them hunnids singing to me like a ballad.
When I get that Marcella, I'm going to drive it like an Audi.
I pay my tithes with these strippers, yeah.
I pay my tithes.
I'm trying to die a fucking billionaire.
I'm trying to die rich.
Balmain's got like every pair.
On top, I ain't going anywhere.
I talk and I walk it.
Only thing I worship is the Lord and His farting.
Please do not confront me.
If you ain't talking, mind it.
Take a look, baby, still doing.
I'm already fogging.
Let it rain, let it all fall down.
All caught down.
I'll be a saint to complain, baby.
I'm so high.
I don't want to come down, baby.
