[Intro: Jay Whiss]
Ugh, woo
Prime

[Hook: Jay Whiss]
On the Lakeshore driving like I'm in a race
Chasing paper you can see it in my face
I put all these gas bitches in their place
Spent like 15 hundred on this Ace
I ain't tripping dawg, I make that in a day
I ain't tripping I got too much on my plate
I ain't tripping I got too much in the safe
I ain't tripping I got too much on the way

[Verse 1: Jay Whiss]
Man I've got a bitch for every mood I'm in
Class in session I'ma teach you how to do this shit
When I was young all I would listen to was Ludacris
Flowing bows, you a hoe, keep it moving bitch
I was smart I was supposed to go to college
But all my teachers had me living in the office
Started skipping school and greened all the dollars
Now my shoes look like a stop sign at the bottom
Man somebody call Sandro and get me a deal
N***as don't vouch me, you tell me how does it feel?
Why these rappers diss themselves?
They be telling them tales
All these weirdos in my city all that shit isn't real
We the only n***as that she hearing 'bout
It's actually playing n***a please just turn it down
I don't drink no Sprite unless it's purple now
And I might just pass your bitch to Murda now

[Hook: Jay Whiss]
On the Lakeshore driving like I'm in a race
Chasing paper you can see it in my face
I put all these gas bitches in their place
Spent like 15 hundred on this Ace
I ain't tripping dawg, I make that in a day
I ain't tripping I got too much on my plate
I ain't tripping I got too much in the safe
I ain't tripping I got too much on the way
[Verse 2: Donnie]
Got your bitch, gave her to Murda and she going down
Prime 176 we're the word around
I swear this shit is not a circus, why are you a clown?
I take your bitch and make her strip
I'm about to serve her down
I told her, teacher don't send me to the office
I won't go, I'll hit the block and make the profit
Chasing cheese, I call it cow I want the cuttage
You boys, I hope you get it cause I got it
I want more money than I ever thought of
[?] told me get 'em, so I got 'em
Flip, stick, the plug i gotta rob 'em
Sip, too much purple I got a problem
We speedin', we racin' I thought you would have caught up
But you are just chasing and we ain't sure you follow
Wheres the champagne, I'm tryna drown a model
She's giving me brain I knew that she would swallow

[Hook: Jay Whiss]
On the Lakeshore driving like I'm in a race
Chasing paper you can see it in my face
I put all these gas bitches in their place
Spent like 15 hundred on this Ace
I ain't tripping dawg, I make that in a day
I ain't tripping I got too much on my plate
I ain't tripping I got too much in the safe
I ain't tripping I got too much on the way