Lyrics

[Verse] Five bitches in the back of the Merce's So skrrt, skrrt, some might even call it a skirt chase My mistakes detrimental to the brand I ain't trippin' nigga, I'ma hit you when I can I can, obviously I'm a boss, I'm a pimp Every week you gon' see another freak with me In any event I done had plenty of spin Many men wanna win but they never get in I got girls that I probably won't see ever again I got hoes and I'm still fuckin' all of they friends What up? I don't care, shut up, problem with it? Step up Y'all be playin' catch up, can't keep up Compton, Bompton, please turn the beat up Buddy boy and YG, we'll fuck the street up 'Bout to raise the fee up, I remember the reup Faded after the smoke, y'all Buddy bringing the Locs out Left hand full of c-notes, smokin' a roach Right hand, I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat Pass the remote, I'm changin' the channel She wants so more Chanel, I just cannot say no Long Beach, Compton From Inglewood to Slauson We get it poppin' Everyday gotta get this money, you know it Ay, meet me at the bar, bitch, I'm a star, bitch Weed and alcohol, bitch, I got it all, bitch Hoppin' out the car, bitch, this ain't a Crown Vic Lookin' like it sound, bitch, I hold it down, bitch Yeah, okay it's time for the best flow The cashflow, now she got me doin' the breaststroke The backstroke, baby girl I'm a natural For damn sure, acrobatics all in the bed Psychedelic colors while she givin' me head Undercover lover, leave the pussy for dead This ain't a knockoff, baby, what's poppin' tonight? I won't be cuttin' you off long as you rockin' the mic right