Perrier Jouet

Don't get me started, I'm in a foreign now I used to BART it

Push a button in that bitch and it'll start it

I be in the city paintin' through it like a artist I be parkin' in the red before I get a fire started

A thousand dollar jeans, mama think that I'm retarded

Black trash bag up in the crib but it ain't full of garbage

The handgun a Belgian FN Herstal and it got a 5.7 x 28mm cartridge

Don't get me goin', I'm in the traffic in a foreign blowin'

I ain't married but got bitches like a Mormon

The Perrier Jouet came from pernay, France

But the steak from Japan I get everything imported

I brung my own bottle, made the restaurant uncork it

And I'm valeted in the front I bet they think that I'm important

Drive her to the room, the shit we bout to do is morbid

Then I'm out, cause I ain't spoonin' with her when I'm done forkin'

I'm in the parking lot stall peeling out it like a orange

And I'm ridin' with a doll too, but she ain't made of porcelain

Everywhere I go I'm gettin' money, it don't stop in one place and I be runnin' through these cities like I'm tourin'

Don't get me started, I'm in a foreign now I used to BART it

Push a button in that bitch and it'll start it

I be in the city paintin' through it like a artist I be parkin' in the red before I get a fire started

A thousand dollar jeans, mama think that I'm retarded

Black trash bag up in the crib but it ain't full of garbage

The handgun a Belgian FN Herstal and it got a 5.7 x 28mm cartridge

Boy don't get me started

Get a **** poked, Ed Hardy

Yeah, skywalkin' almost hit a Martian

I shoot first, but it's ironic I'm the artist

**** try his luck then he retarded

I been sack chasin', try to run we leave yo back bakin'

I went to Sace's I ain't have Maison's

I could make it last baby, yeah I cheated on you in the past baby

I pull some chicken out yo ass baby

I'm in a cash race, how **** 'posed to keep up, my feet up

Like who these **** callin' when they see us

My **** throw up 4 fingers and leave the P up

It's star shooter gang I bet yo beezy wanna meet us

Don't get me started, I'm in a foreign now I used to BART it

Push a button in that bitch and it'll start it

I be in the city paintin' through it like a artist I be parkin' in the red before I get a fire started

A thousand dollar jeans, mama think that I'm retarded

Black trash bag up in the crib but it ain't full of garbage

The handgun a Belgian FN Herstal and it got a 5.7 x 28mm cartridge