(Yo Pi'erre, You wanna come out here?)
We getting money too
Ran through a hunnid blues
No, I can't wait 'til I run into you
She a little hottie, just look at her body
I told her let's go and get comfortable
I smoke out the bag, Damier on the tag
I threw the receipt out the sunroof
You look at my neck and see Cuban, on Cuban, on Cuban
That's what this shit come to
I smoke a quarter a week, not the little one either
These four zips ain't cheap
She can tell off from up top, she love when I speak
She love my demeanor
I told her just hop up on top, after you finish giving me cerebral
Clip full and there's one in the top
Gotta hide it from twelve cause this shit is illegal
I talk money and they switchin' the subject
Pull a 20 out make a fuck nigga upset
She bad as hell I hold her back can't nut yet
Run around the city, run it up 'til sunset
High as hell never passing a drug test
AI, fuck a hoe then pass her like what's next
Sheriff tryna say I'm a suspect
Bust first bitch we ain't ever got bust back
We getting money too
Ran through a hundred blues
No, I can't wait 'til I run into you
She a little hottie, just look at her body
I told her let's go and get comfortable
I smoke out the bag, Damier on the tag
I threw the receipt out the sunroof
You look at my neck and see Cuban, on Cuban, on Cuban
That's what this shit come to
We getting money too
Ran through a hundred blues
No, I can't wait 'til I run into you
She a little hottie, just look at her body
I told her let's go and get comfortable
I smoke out the bag, Damier on the tag
I threw the receipt out the sunroof
You look at my neck and see Cuban, on Cuban, on Cuban
That's what this shit come to
She thought it was sage, but I'm smoking a spliff
It's pressure I'm choking again
When I'm shooting I aim for the rim
No I won't play with you niggas
I traded the watch for a better one
He set the price and I paid him the difference
I don't know how you broke
I know niggas rich while they locked up selling cocaine in prison
We love getting money too
Ran through a hundred blues
No, I can't wait 'til I run into you
She a little hottie, just look at her body
I told her let's go and get comfortable
I smoke out the bag, Damier on the tag
I threw the receipt out the sunroof
You look at my neck and see Cuban, on Cuban, on Cuban
That's what this shit come to
We getting money too
Ran through a hundred blues
No, I can't wait 'til I run into you
She a little hottie, just look at her body
I told her let's go and get comfortable
I smoke out the bag, Damier on the tag
I threw the receipt out the sunroof
You look at my neck and see Cuban, on Cuban, on Cuban
That's what this shit come to