Bring out the guitar for this one.

We used to ride out.

Ladies, ladies.

I'm here to school you not to use you.

My old head always told me.

A nigga with time ain't got no money.

And a nigga with money ain't got no time.

Talk talk, talk talk.

Baby girl, I'm still in my motherfucking prime.

It's Rogers.

South Beach on Ocean.

In front of wet willies.

Drunk a bunch of color cabs.

Now we acting silly.

Gunners.

Rent a bunch of scooters.

Now we trying to pop a willy.

Wilding down talons while the tour bus following us.

To the telly baby.

We ain't got to rush.

But just let me know what's up.

Cause other girls trying to.

Just playing.

Baby don't boo hoo.

Me and my homies trying to train.

Choo choo.

I don't mean to be blunt.

I never lose my tongue.

I just say what I want.

Closed mouth don't get fed.

And they wonder the reason why.

I ain't got no kids.

I'm in love with the bread.

I'm in love with the head.

Purse first.

Ass last.

No matter who the hell it is.

I was taught by my OGs.

Doing like Goldie.

Sunroof top.

Diamond in the back.

Shit right here.

You can bump it in your lap.

I ain't even got the rap.

Bet my paper still stack.

Young full of cum and I be going through my act.

Gold Magnums.

I stay with a 12 pack.

KY.

Catch the pussy get dry.

You know I got a thing folks.

Sweet potato pie.

Yeah thick thighs.

Money green eyes.

Favorite position doggy.

But I like the way she rides.

Yup.

Yup.

Can't get enough.

Sometimes she like it gentle.

Sometimes she like it rough.

I get out my nice sticks.

She pull out her handcuffs.

Like I'm on a triple stack.

The way I tears it up.

Rooftop pool at the Gansevoort.

Mr. Childs raps.

We don't need no forks.

Chicken on a stick.

We don't do that pork.

Uh -uh.

Brand new CL.

Giving them Maxwell.

Brand new Chanel.

The block do well.

Sometimes I feel like I'm going to change.

Though I love doing me.

I got a thing for my PYT.

Yeah.

Sometimes I feel like I'm going to change.

Style at NYC.

She back and forth, so the school's late.

Bit late.

Bit late.

Did Miss Thing.

Do it every time.

Take away the pain.

He's a nigga mine.

Fuck up on my lane.

Feet up on Rick flying.

Carrero walk through.

New to Robbie kind.

Know I love that cute shit.

She is very fine.

Talk the pure beauty.

Sweeter than that wine.

I can read it in my palm.

Future's in my hands.

I beat it from behind.

Abuse it if I can't command you.

I need that.

Sweet as weed in the back.

Put that tingle in your tongue.

What's sweeter than that?

than that, don't worry about her, she ain't even a match, I'm addicted to you, she don't

even attract, yeah, I'm on that raw shit, it's deeper than rap, tell a nigga you leavin'

and leavin' a debt, I'ma show you the world, we seein' the map, just give me the word,

I'ma be in the trap, we're off season, you can catch me out in Cleveland, with the four

horsemen of course we all eatin', yeah I ain't talkin' my language, we ain't speakin', see

Obama I'm busy, I'm in the meetin', pretty girls follow before the tweetin', polo tops

and flops, I'm on the beach and sand in my toes, tannin' with the hoes, couple cold bottles

of rose, who I roll, sometimes I feel like I'm gonna change, though I love doin' me,

I got a thing for my P .Y .T., sometimes I feel like I'm gonna change, I met her out in L .Y .C.,

she back and forth, go to school, go to lake, hey Caveman, you can cut that off, that's

it, I gotta fly to L .A. and get my season ticket.