You know exactly what this is I know they Talk about it that ain't what they ain't did My cuz still Trappin out the crib One thing I know ya gotta get it how ya live My girl got tattoos on her ribs In some booty shorts walking through the crib When she lookin Bad enough to have my kids All day LES Rolling Spliffs In the hallway guttin dutches Rather crack a smile with gold fronts Might just smoke a blunt right at the hundreds And after hours we might end up on the Hudson I brought some niggas from my neighborhood I see ya looking I don't think ya should My homie blessed me with a 8th of good I booked a flight and brought my niggas up to Hollywood I know whatcha need first thing in the morning Follow & I'll lead ya all night just keep going I tell ya I know we could take it places they ain't going I could tell ya this been on my mind girl you know what I'm going off