I string ‘em along with some acoustic guitar shit Tell ‘em park it in front of Neiman Marcus I need that, I need that When we gon chill, where the weed at, the weed at? Said you got a Spider, where them keys at? Them keys at? Living on em, shitted on em I’m hotter than the sauna, pull off in a Zonda Calm yourself before you get dealt with Had the medics working on your pelvis DOA there’s nothing left to say Went down like an hourglass Paris 1st class regardless Fake bitches not responsive Me, I’m in the streets rocking a piece that’s retarded In the diamond district with Jacob Making loads, you little cons wanna save up
