(Intro)
This bogus, tho
(Hook x2)
I’m in the city where yo hoe’s at
They be ridin’ with the squad, then ya know that
We got hard, upper ties, nigga throw back
100 large, actin’ broad, nigga show that
(Verse: Ca$his)
I’m in the city where yo hoe’s at
They in my muthafuckin’ room where the cold at
Posin’, chosin’, sittin’ like they frozen
Bust it wide open, gonna keep it up for the squad
This how we do it, bitch we goin’ hard
Makin’ money, don’t let no muthafuckin’ hoe break us apart
If a nigga try to play me like a dummy then I spar
I ain’t talkin’ bout that reefah nigga, talkin’ bout that creeper, nigga
Talkin’ bout that pressure, nigga, put it up my dresser, nigga
25 lighted on my dresser, tessa, 25 niggas look like flexers
Princess, sittin’ in my hand, I’m like Dexter, yessir
25 bitches ova 25 suckin’ on my dick and it’s over, I ain’t just blessin’
Everythin’ biggin’ like a Texan, BBG respect it
We only get em checks up, yessir
(Hook x2)
I’m in the city where yo hoe’s at
They be ridin’ with the squad, then ya know that
We got hard, upper ties, nigga throw back
100 large, actin’ broad, nigga show that
(Verse 2: Emilio Rojas)
Time when the shit go down’n
And we weight that, we don’t count that
Them blues don’t come around it and they take that
And they out fast
Onions are at stake, it’s like the outback, outback
But they’re neva gonna move no way, hell nah
Cuz Emilio was just bout cash
And I got a Dominican chick
She just want a VISA, that immigrant shit
But I’ll neva be givin’ her nada
I swear that I’ll neva be givin’ this shit
But lately been gettin’, so basic I swear that I barely be givin’ a dick
In a minute she’s off with the trippin’ and I’m gettin’ rid of her privileges
Uh, aye, yeah, and nobody fuckin’ with me
I gotta go get me a million, if Soulja Boy did it, how tough can it be?
I roll with a couple of killas, a couple of bankers, a couple of freaks
Lookin’ back on the days I was younger, awake from the hunger from nothin’ to eat
Damn, I told my mother I ain’t neva goin’ broke again
These bitches open, now they soakin, they fallopian
These muthafuckas playn games with they hopes they win
Huh, who let these muthafuckas in? I’m sayn
(Hook x2)
I’m in the city where yo hoe’s at
They be ridin’ with the squad, then ya know that
We got hard, upper ties, nigga throw back
100 large, actin’ broad, nigga show that
(Verse 3: Ca$his)
Drop a rack on a fuckin’ head
Just drop a rack on a fuckin’ head
Count it out and all hunnids on our fuckin’ head
Drop a rack on the flow, watch her fuckin’ dance
Woah, drop a rack on a fuckin’ head
Just drop a rack on a fuckin’ head
Drop it out and all hunnids on our fuckin’ head
Toss a rack on the ground, watch them bitches dance
The bread circulatin’ like cellophanes
Toastin’ fo’ the fact that we ain’t gotta kill again
How my len(?) smackin’ niggas with benjamins
Overreactin’ with Jacksons, whack em and kill again
Fuck the pen, I don’t even pin my lyrics, friend
I do this shit once again, from begin to end
We paper chasin’, fuckin’ hoes, we free just like the Masons
Designer hoes doin’ grimmey shit in fancy places
Pimpin’…
(Hook x2)
I’m in the city where yo hoe’s at
They be ridin’ with the squad, then ya know that
We got hard, upper ties, nigga throw back
100 large, actin’ broad, nigga show that
