Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Bang, bang, bang Doh, doh doh doh Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt DP on the beat Hundred for the ones and two hundred for my [Chorus] I paid hundred for the ones And two hundred for my gun Paid a hundred for the drum Just to go up in my gun Paid fifty for some bullets That's a box of bullets Shoot 'em at your stomach And shoot at your medulla With my ruger Smoking Tooka In my bimmer I'm a fooler Pull up on ya Pull up to ya Switch cars Then I fool ya [Verse 1] Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah Then I hop up in my Bimmer just to fool ya Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer Hummer H2, bitch, no, this ain't no scooter It go faster than a Harley Someone please pass me the damn Marley, ayy Even though I don't smoke with nobody I don't need no bodyguard I got my body Got my nina Got my Tommy (Got my Tommy) Shoot this shit right up at your tummy (At your tummy, bang-bang) Now you're looking like a zombie Trying to get help but you couldn't find it (Buh-buh) My Bimmer colored suu-whoop ravioli (Suu-whoop) 'Member when I used to eat ravioli (Woo, woo, bitch) Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony (Kay Kay, Kay) Anything she want, you know I'm on it That money, I be on it (Phew) I ain't got no business sittin' on it (Hell nah) I just got some business with gettin' money You ain't talking money, that shit funny [Chorus] I paid hundred for the ones And two hundred for my gun Paid a hundred for the drum Just to go up in my gun Paid fifty for some bullets That's a box of bullets Shoot 'em at your stomach And shoot at your medulla With my ruger Smoking Tooka In my bimmer I'm a fooler Pull up on ya Pull up to ya Switch cars Then I fool ya [Verse 2] Somewhere coolin' in my mansion Holding your bitch for ransom How much you got to get her back, fam? She ain't worth shit so I hope you got about 10 Boy, I heard your belt Versace I got fifty times Versace in my pocket Money be my logic So you know I'm all about it