Pockets so fat, call me Orbit, Norbit Ain't got no way to make no moves, I be loaded I think it'll be a free one, so I make the moves on you, n***a, I be loaded Ain't got no way to make no moves, I be loaded Why you out here drinkin' 40's, I just told it Still that same n***a in the floor, I'm bout to stool it Rhyme sporty, I can score it, I can't control it I'm doin' fire, I got that bag, yeah, I'm transportin' I got that bag on me, n***a, like I'm transportin' He dropped the mixtape, thought I would've repost it I ain't postin' mixtapes, I don't fuck with shorties I be booted to the morning, p.m. to the morning My lil' woadie wanna bag him, he just wanna roll it Hold up, n***a, don't you owe me, yeah, you owe me, don't it Like, I'm an island lover, Vento high, stay rollin' Tryna diss me, I made you six feet She say she miss me, think she wanna kiss me Damn, I'm so crispy, Xan got me dizzy Trust me, I ain't shot, I keep that glitzy I was spin-bent, yeah, yeah, fritz me What the lick read, baby, come and lick me V12, I'm ridin' in a six-speed I be ballin' on you n****s out of this league Ain't got a way to make them booties, I be loaded Why you out here drinkin' 40's, I just told it Still that same n***a in the floor, I'm bout to stool it Rhyme sporty, I can score it, I can't control it I'm doin' fire, I got that bag, yeah, I'm transportin' I got that bag on me, n***a, like I'm transportin' He dropped the mixtape, thought I would've repost it I ain't postin' mixtapes, I don't fuck with shorties Yeah, that Glock got it stinnin' like a outlet How you out, chip? I ain't catch you out yet I'm so damn fly, I do not step Yeah, I pop molly and I pop checks I don't know where I'm goin', I'm just floatin' My dog got gun lights, somebody let me hold it All these n****s phonin', I do not condone it I be goin' ham, I do not belong it It's a cold-out moment, yeah, bought it cause I wanted it I be on the corner, yeah, fuck the law enforcement, man Project Baby, got no stroller, but I keep pushin' Shawty love for me to choke her when I'm in that pussy Ain't got a way to make them move, cause I be loaded Why you out here drinkin' 40s? I just told it Still that same n***a in the floor, I'm bout to stool it Rhyme sporty, I can score it, I can't control it I'm doin' fire, I got that bag, yeah, I'm transportin' I got that bag on me, n***a, like I'm transportin' He dropped the mixtape, thought I would've repost it I ain't postin' mixtapes, I don't fuck with shorties