Rock to the beat na
Uhh
Gotta Rock to the beat like
I smell like money. (ahaha)
Yo, I'm a take him up north for a minute
Where the young n*gga spit it
I'm the prince
So it only makes sense
That I get it
It's a retro-chain of old school J'z fitted
All the hoes stand like, " Who Da F*ck Is Dat? "
And I'm a slide down to the flo'
Back it up
Stop
Move ya waist slow
First we get high, then we get low
It's the prince of the owners
You sensitive loners
All by yourself
While I'm chilling with' some pimps and a cona'
You push kush in the streets
I kush in the seats
And get you double what you ask
And if you pushin' the beats
Yo, I'm gone, So on my grind, Push & Recordin'
You outta place in my city like Bush in New Orleans
I'm X-O sippin', Got my ex-hoe strippin'
Purple diamond buy n*gga
Got my next hoe different
Got my hues all bluey
And my shoes all louie
In my Hubba Bubba whip, So I cruise all chewy
You funny on the switch
Money over bitchs
I'll bet with budget
And so I keep my money on my bitch
Drinkin' Nestea
Cottage with a jet-ski
Countin' stacks with my girl listenin' to S.B.,
You can never ever find a woman that left me
I am irraplaceable, Your crushin' never left me
Ey baby girl
You gotta rock
Then you gotta roll
Take her from the top
Down to the flo'
Back it up, Stop
Move ya waist slow
First we get high
Then we get low