G-Wagon

Uh, I said I hopped up out that G-Wagon

Uh, Glock got my Balmain jeans saggin'

Uh, and my wrist look like a disco

Uh, translation I'm the shit, ho

Uh, a half a ticket at your mama house

Uh, in all twenties in your mama couch

Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave

Uh, I made a million with that microwave

Trap, right back to shining on these pussy ****

Uh, been a minute, perfect timing on these pussy ****

Ask about me state to state, bitch ain't nothin' to fake

Uh, you know my new estate, yeah it got a lake

Bitch got a camera phone and she takin' pictures

Bitch, I'm shell-shocked, it's making me suspicious

Right outside this spot I'm like, fuck 'em

And if I cut the ****, I hope you know I didn't trust him

Uh, I said I hopped up out that G-Wagon

Uh, Glock got my Balmain jeans saggin'

Uh, and my wrist look like a disco

Uh, translation I'm the shit, ho

Uh, a half a ticket at your mama house

Uh, in all twenties in your mama couch

Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave

Uh, I made a million with that microwave

These bitches on me, huh?

These bitches want me, huh?

They ain't gon' holler at you **** 'cause you phony, huh?

Well you ain't never lie, yeah, bitch I'm certified

I lost a million re-in' up, shit left me traumatized

You out here ball cappin', you like them rap ****

I'm in the zone wrappin', I'm like them trap ****

I'm sitting on new leather, I'm screamin', who better?

You came with that ****?

Bitch, you should do better

What's happenin'?

Uh, I said I hopped up out that G-Wagon

Uh, Glock got my Balmain jeans saggin'

Uh, and my wrist look like a disco

Uh, translation I'm the shit, ho

Uh, a half a ticket at your mama house

Uh, in all twenties in your mama couch

Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave

Uh, I made a million with that microwave

Arm and Hammer, here we go, here we go

He gon' be mad at hell, water on the floor

Told my jeweler, go on make it flow

That water on my wrist

Canary diamonds in that motherfucker

Look like yellow piss

Uh, glass handle, glass pot

I'ma bounce back, yeah, I'm Sir Mix-A-Lot

Now I'm looking at my Rolie, that bitch say 6 o'clock

That duffle bag from Wal-mart, that bitch hold sixty blocks

Uh, I said I hopped up out that G-Wagon

Uh, Glock got my Balmain jeans saggin'

Uh, and my wrist look like a disco

Uh, translation I'm the shit, ho

Uh, a half a ticket at your mama house

Uh, in all twenties in your mama couch

Uh, we drop them bitches in the microwave

Uh, I made a million with that microwave

Tre'

I just wanna give a shoutout to

All the **** that turned they back on me

All the **** that switched sides on me

All the **** that ran to the other side like the grass is greener

Hey, I want to shoutout to you pussy ****, you shall see me ball

You will see me ball

You bitch ass ****, what's happenin'?