Staying Afloat E

Ladies and gentlemen, my main man, J-Lo. I'm stackin' this guap 'til this shit can't fold I'ma ride for my gang, yeah, know I can't Fold When I'm ridin' in Cayenne with the suicide Doors Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, I'm burnin' up the road Got real bad lungs on this weed, I won't Choke She a real deal eater when she suck It, don't choke Say it won't be for me, I'ma take it as a joke You ain't ready For the smoke, so stay out my throat Uh, my hundreds that blue like that band with The Locs I'm married to money, we done got Eloped Play 'round with that money, bust your Cantaloupe I served all my dummy, ran out of The door Know how to finesse it, I'm stayin' Afloat No Tiger Woods, hit your ho with the Stroke Woah, I'm countin' these I'm off of my meds, I'm fried Been juggin' so long, got me tired But I got Zaddy racks to the sky I'ma Count a whole M 'fore I die Ain't about No money, I'ma roll pie Ain't no lick, why You think I'm that guy? Put three holes in Your head like a bowling ball How you claimin' That boy when he told on y'all? My partner ain't got it, I'll throw it off Rob your best bet, she wipin' your nose off Finna call all the hoes, it's a roll call When she answer that FaceTime, she showin' off I Take off faces, if it's dirty, blow it off If he act with the double, I'll take him Off I had took a few L's, had to Shake it off I'm stackin' this guap 'til this Shit can't fold I'ma ride for my gang, yeah, You know I can't fold When I'm ridin' in The Cayenne with the suicide doors Skrrt, skrrt, Skrrt, I'm burnin' up the road Got real bad Lungs on this weed, I won't choke She a Real deal eater when she suck it, don't choke Say it won't be for me, I'ma take it As a joke You ain't ready for the smoke, So stay out my throat Uh, my hundreds that Blue like that band with the Locs I'm married To money, we done got eloped Play 'round with That money, bust your cantaloupe I served my dummy, Ran out of the door Know how to finesse It, I'm stayin' afloat No Tiger Woods, hit your Ho with the stroke Woah, I'm countin' these bands I'm off of my Meds, I'm fried Been juggin' so long, Got me tired But I got Zaddy racks to The sky I'ma count a whole M 'fore die Ain't about no money, I'ma roll pie Ain't no Lick, why you think I'm that guy?