Pu$$y, Money, Weed E

Yeah. Ay. Oh yes I love her, the way I oughta, Like she's my daughter. Always dreamt about whippin' Impalas. Want the money green like them dollars. Talkin' Benz seats with them white walls. Black leather, my shit's tinted. Eyes low, can't see me in it. Ride this shit to the top, call it big Pimpin'. Hypnotize minds when I'm cruisin' in it. I'm Big Poppa, your girl pinned it. Choppin' up with the squad like I'm Lil Durk. I got a future, don't need mollies and Percs. I'm playful, Feluca, when I'm clever with words. Got a trunk full of bass, I'ma ship out The blow. I burn the green like I get It for low. I'm lovin' my city and vibin' The shows. Straight major league, I'm in the pros. I'm switchin' flows, exposin' hoes. I'm goin' Luda, straight droppin' bows. I tip the scale like domino. B. A. D.'s a team that's full of bros. We push the scene, we full of goals. Ambition driven, it never slows. If you oppose, it's criticals. Like yeah. Tippin' four-fours, I'm feelin' like Mike Jones. Mike Jones. Dreamin' low lows and whippin' Six-fours. Six-fours. Candy paint rolls, make sure the bass blows. Bass blows. Trunk full of bows, that's how the Shit goes. Yeah. Whippin' wood grain in the six-four. Swervin' bendy corners, she a nympho. Shorty love to get low. Ay. Pussy, money, weed. Pussy, money, weed. Pussy, money, Oh, yes I love her like Egyptian. Her body's callin', how could I miss it? The weed is ready. Lil baby steady, I chase that big dollar. Got 'em out the way, shoulda been got 'em. I'm that motherfucker, I been a problem. Pussy, money, weed, I been about it. God told me don't stop chasin' dreams and goals I been aimin' for. In the two I been Waitin', sauce and my Wock' on me lately. Cruisin' up North Lake Shore, meetings I been late For. Can't wait 'til I made it and tell Mama I made it. I just love the way the wind blows in The lake. I just wanna buy some shrooms and Eat about an eighth with you. Tell me what you waitin' for. Baby, this is what I'm made for. Puff and smoke these trees with me and fly Away. Tippin' four-fours, I'm feelin' like Mike Jones. Mike Jones. Dreamin' low lows and whippin' Six-fours. Candy paint rolls, make sure the bass blows. Bass blows. Trunk full of bows, that's how the Shit goes. Whippin' wood grain in the six-four. Swervin' bendy corners, she a nympho. Shorty love to get low. Ay. Pussy, money, weed. Pussy, money, weed. Pussy, money, weed. Ay. Whippin' Wood Grain in the six-four. Swervin' bendy corners, She Shorty love to low. Pussy, Whippin', whippin' grain.