I put them 24 inch forgiatos on that new ss camaro
It's 180 on the dash so when I mash I smash the pedal (vroom)
I'm gone I'm puttin on
I got them karats pointer stones all on my bentley breitling watch
That keep em watching all night long
Every time I raise my wrist
Every time we pop the Cris'
And sometimes I toast to much cuz I pop bottles in this bitch
When I stop drinking that Cris' that when I switch to Rose'
No way, a pear jue, green paper, St. Patrick's day
I got paper on top of paper it's in a backpack
I got checks on top of checks so I can check yo knapsack
All you niggas soundin silly
Everybody holla nilli
What's a milli if you can not count it
Man thats not the deali
Half a milli on my body from my necklace to bracelet
Spinnin charms, girls lookin text us
Ice gorilla, in they cages
I spend money when I shouldn't
Call me stupid I say fuck it
Magic city, ass and titties, got em fillin up her bucket (stupid)
Stupid you so stupid (who so stupid)
You so dumb, you retarded (who retarded)
You retarded, you so dumb, you a sped (who a sped)
You a sped, Man you dumb
(You can call me what you want I'm makin money havin fun like weee)
What you say
(I'm makin money havin fun like weee)
Man you stupid, you retarded, man you dumb
That's the shit I hear when I be talking to my conscious
But my conscious has no conscious
So my conscious spendin bunches
Well they say that I should work out
But I said fuck doin crunches
I just hunch a lot of hoes after them Benihana lunches
I got bitches that got mail
Pony hair, pony tail
And they're Lenox Mall shoppin
I ain't shoppin over there
They have way to many fags
I be all in Fifths plaz
I got stupid credit line
I pop stupid dummy tags
Oh my god, that's so sad he can't carry all them bags
Wont you help him
Maserati shawty that is not a Jag (stupid)
Stupid you so stupid (who so stupid)
You so dumb, you retarded (who retarded)
You retarded, you so dumb, you a sped (who a sped)
You a sped, Man you dumb
(You can call me what you want I'm makin money havin fun like weee)
What you say
(I'm makin money havin fun like weee)
Man you stupid, you retarded, man you dumb
Ey, I got tattoos on my arm my chest my neck and on my back
And I'm smellin like a mill
Bar none, that's half a stack
Baby backs up in my pockets
Yeah you know I keep them racks
And there's no more wearin Nikes
Nope, no rockin them checks
No more rockin Rocawear
Coogi shit just keep it there
All them stupid fruity colors
Fuckers look like walkin fairies
I might fuck round wit yo hair
All them parts n swoops n mohawks
Man I guess it's a new style
I can't wait until it go out
Fuck it, bitches havin fun
Me, I get it by the ton
So I gotta keep a gun
Yes I rock Yves Saint Laurent
Man I met this little chicken and she asked me where I'm goin
I said blah blah blah blah blah
She said of course I wanna come
This bitch here she must be stupid got a ring off in her tongue
And her lip gloss is poppin
She must wants to give me gum
Let her hop up in the coupe
She wanna suck me til I cum
Bitch don't spit it out the window mess my paint up that'd be dumb
I said girl you better not spit it
She said mmm mmm mmmm
Then she swallowed and said yummy kinda tastes like bubble gum (stupid)
Stupid you so stupid (who so stupid)
You so dumb, you retarded (who retarded)
You retarded, you so dumb, you a sped (who a sped)
You a sped, Man you dumb
(You can call me what you want I'm makin money havin fun like weee)
What you say
(Im makin money havin fun like weee)
Man you stupid, you retarded, man you dumb
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Lyrics submitted by Aaron Willshaw.