Toothache

Hey, yeah, hey

Ooh, ooh

Get up off yo' ass

Get up off yo' ass

Hey, hey, hey

Get down, get down

I'm just old school y'all, I'm just old school

But what we got here, y'all know what this is (This is)

It's the groovy punch sippin'

Stereo rippin', sweat drippin'

Like collard greens and chitlins

It's Topaz Jones

Woo, hey, hey

Oh, babe, I tried to keep composure, but it's too late

I just want a taste, you sweet like Kool Aid

One look all it take to catch a toothache

(God damn)

Uh, I don't know what you waitin' for

In NYC, it's all about the weight you throw

It's all Sex in the City like HBO

They won't let you in the club and fuck up the ratio

On the stage like James no Maceo

Once you down already ain't no place to go

Second down already, I got plays to go

Lost control of the cruise like Katie Holmes

Y'all should know not to play with Jones

Worldwide, they appreciate the flow

Got a couple checks, I just save it though

I'm no accountant, I could count like Basie though

I'm lookin' round like where my forty acres go?

I bet I burned that about a eighth ago

She said, "You better stay away if your paper low"

It's her birthday, she lookin' for the cake to blow

Buzzin' for you honey bee

I need your sugar rush (Oh no)

Promise baby, I won't bite

I'm fiendin' for your love (Ooh)

Buzzin' for you honey bee

I need your sugar rush (Need your sugar rush)

Promise, baby, I won't bite

I'm fiendin' for your love (Ooh)

Say cheese for the picture, sweet like a swisher

You the sugar honey iced tea

They say you're way outta my league

I ain't gotta trick, it's my treat

Hands high, it's a stick up, I ride with my ****

But wouldn't mind you in the front seat

They act a fool, can't take 'em anywhere we go

Yeah, you cool but get your hands off my stereo

Chillin' with them Kylie Jens, kiss made of collagen

I see you modelin', at least get some college in

Uh, I mean at least get your GED

The flow sick, someone please call the CDC

TBT, they ain't see me as a threat, look

Now I'm hittin' triple-double, like I'm Russel Westbrook

They get shook when they hear the way I'm comin' now

I hold the summer down, what's with all the run around?

Wild goose chase, I'm done with it

I shoot fades, y'all duckin' it

Y'all shoot bricks, you bucketless

Every year I gotta write a new bucket list

Uh, don't make me call you by your government

Rappers ain't shit without they publicist

Somethin's up with these girls on the net

Man, the booty on Reebok, what you pump it with?

I'm gettin' right to the pumpernickel

Travelin' like I just double dribbled

Euro steppin', I studied the fundamentals

Oughta tell flex, drop a fuckin' missile

A couple issues need addressin' right

Academy, we teachin' lessons like

When you see me better recognize

As bad as she is, I might let it slide

Buzzin' for you honey bee

I need your sugar rush (Ooh)

Promise baby, I won't bite

I'm fiendin' for your love (Ooh)

Buzzin' for you honey bee

I need your sugar rush (Ooh)

Promise baby, I won't bite

I'm fiendin' for your love

You know what, turn the music off