Look
I was tired pushing work
Kick the product to the curb
Call me every night
Bitch you barely get the word
Come and get yo' pack
Boy we whipping up desert
Better call the fireman
We about apply the burns
On the way Minnesota
Popping open Sprite never fucked around with Cola
Dollar dollar bill turn that bitch up into Yoda
Rolling off a pill still smoking marijuana
Okay
See I'm better with the shits but I'm not nice
Might just smack a bitch huh Ray Rice
About to film a tape boy all night
Pulled up in the Porsche with the cape lights
Yes I got a problem with yo' words
You been biting every style
And that shit gon' get encouraged
Throwing in the towel
Man I got a hundred miles
You won't ever see my stop
But you'll prolly see me smile
Put the bottle up bitch we got a hundred rounds
Keep it loaded up you won't ever stop me now
