Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh (bitch!)
Oh, oh, oh (yeah, huh), oh, oh, oh (yeah, huh)
Oh, oh, oh (yeah, huh, huh), oh, oh, oh (yeah, huh)
Too many hoes 'cause I'm stupid clean
I don't like them niggas that be on, I wan' see your thing
And I got that swag, point it like a beam
Everybody watch you and God gon' watch me
Huh, he be looking out for me
I got so much damn good luck, four-leaf clover me
And I'm rich now so Range Rover me
All my niggas twelve years ahead like a Dobermann
I don't do narcotics, I'm a sober man
I want fifty for a show now, bring out many men
It's Rula San Black, bitch, I'm heaven sent
Bringing dark niggas to the five like I'm heavy met'
And I know you talking down on it
When you bring dark niggas to the light, yeah, they frown on it
Too above, I cannot fall for no counterfeit
When I feel they showing love 'cause they hug, damn, huh, doubted it
Huh, too many racks, huh, in account
I couldn't tell you if I fucked your hoe, I can't keep count
Once they get a text from me, they gon' keep 'round
When I drop you off, wait you get to the door safe and sound
Uh, uh, uh, know you like me
But it ain't a problem to be honest 'cause I like shit
Huh, sixty-four degrees where the damn shades
And I know I'm good for you, babe, like a damn bed
Good for you, hoe, like a damn bed
I can't fuck with that hoe, she a damn fed
Since she ain't responding, bitch, I'm finna shake her damn flag
Screaming in this mic on a stool to this damn beat
Too many hoes 'cause I'm stupid clean
I don't like them niggas that be on, I wan' see your thing
And I got that swag, point it like a beam
Everybody watch you and God gon' watch me
Huh, he be looking out for me
I got so much damn good luck, four leaf clover me
And I'm rich now so Range Rover me
All my niggas twelve years ahead like a Dobermann
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh