Is it the old 7745?
Come on, we're probably in a town
Spend some looking in the fly
That's what got these bitches like
Hey boy, hey boy, hey boy
Could it be they see me pull up in that T-phone
Stuntin' like an evil soul
Fosse in my street clothes
That's what got these bitches like Hey boy,
hey boy,
hey boy
Yeah,
she like the flyest guys In the flyest rides
Like Jim Jones,
we flyin' high That new four-door,
flying spurt,
flyin' by
Maui,
wowie in the coconut blunt Hawaii high Poppin' out the ride
Look in mamie eyes She see the 22s,
now mamie wanna ride
A hundred can't charm Call me the fall guy
Cause I be stuntin' niggas throwin' hundreds in the sky
Niggas makin' rain I'm makin' hurricane
You smokin' Mary Jane I got that purple mane
And I can leave with the baddest bitch,
Swervin' Lane
And run my game so dummy that I deserted brain
You see the biker chain hangin' from the antiques
You see the Prada shades, the same on my feet
You see the BVS's, the same on my teeth
Shinin' on them hoes, I'm the shade for the city
I'm on the curb many times Puss up the king and the fly
That's what got these bitches like Hey boy,
hey boy,
hey boy
Could it be they see me pull up in
that T-phone Stuntin' like an evil soul
Fosse in my street clothes That's what got these bitches like
Hey boy, hey boy, hey boy
Her ass is so soft,
her tits is so soft She love niggas that soft,
but I go so hard
Like Wayne,
I'm that king in the coke jar BMF style,
poppin' rolls at the cro-fart
Selfie,
Miami life,
dodgin' Miami vice They go to David Blaine,
get some Miami ice
I work my Haitian niggas,
at that Miami white We at the Rolex,
trickin' on Miami dykes
I'm at the Harlem nights,
when I'm an H-Champ This rap a lot for life,
call it J-Champ
When I'm in A-Town,
I'm at the Body Town I wear my nigga Sean Paul and everybody strapped
I got a Georgia peach,
we call her from the front Because that ass so big,
you see it from the front
I mean that ass so big,
I hit it for a month After I hit it,
I be passin' bitches to the north
Shinin' on them hoes,
I'm the shade for the city I'm on the curb many times
Puss up the king and the fly That's what got these bitches like
Could it be they see me pull up in
that T-Fo' Stuntin' like an evil soul,
flossy in my street clothes That's what got these bitches like