Lyrics

[Chorus] She live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach I told her to come over, she said, "Ok, don't fall asleep" She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean I say, "Shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please" I don't see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service My new Nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin [Refrain] Bagging up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin' Let my bitches help, before they leave, I check their purses Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these verses Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off I'ma get these millions and I put that on my first born Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward The D.A. was a dick and the Judge was a jerkoff [Verse 1] Got a bad bitch, body curvy like a curveball Let her drink too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a furball Fuck the other side, nigga, we could have a turf war Sorry for the wait, had to drop this part two and shit Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it Workin' like a slave, on my Roots Part Two shit Got to let 'em know that Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch Bop-bop-bop! Fuck with me wrong, get that hammer Thank God I'm home from the slammer was gone for that hammer Stompin' the yard like a gamma Niggas was goin' bananas, I'm calm like a camel I'm smokin' that strong like a Camel I bet my life when we gamble Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' grand pianos I'm in that Lam' Diablo Pew, like ammo, I'm gone Two fingers up, bitch, I'm gone Rich Forever, Jerry Jones I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny goin' Like the House of Deréon This plane that I'm on is private, my very own So no checkin' my carry-ons She sent a picture naked, I said, "It's on" [Chorus] But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach I told her to come over, she said, "Ok, don't fall asleep" She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean I say, "Shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please" I don't see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service Tunechi, motherfucker, tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service My new Nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin [Verse 2] Now I don't get excited, nigga, I just get exotic I don't get invited to these bitches pity parties I don't do narcotic even though a nigga got it Countin' all this money, I feel like I got arthritis [Refrain] Baggin' up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin' Let my bitches help, before they leave I check their purses Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance Boy, we movin' weight, prostitution, and these verses Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my first born Got that old Juvie bumpin', talking 'bout the third ward The DA was a dick and the Judge was a jerk off [Outro] We yellin' Suwoop, suwoop, suwoop Yeah, you hear us yellin' Suwoop, suwoop, suwoop Blood gang, nigga And it's that Sorry 4 the Wait 2, woo And I'm so sorry for the wait too, yeah Sorry for the wait Had to drop that part two and shit Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it Workin' like a slave, talking Roots part two and shit Sorry for the wait Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch, yeah