Tootsies

Lyrics

[Intro] (Sonic goin' crazy) [Chorus] Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's If you got five hundred, then you better book me Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch [Verse 1] Take some time, talk some shit, I ain't never lost a bitch Seen a opp outside playin' defense and we caught a pick When I'm sippin' on this Hi-Tech, my throat be raw as shit Real rich nigga, I can tell you how thеm flawless diamonds hit Real shooter, aim at your mеdulla, I'm a connoisseur Got that mula, when I'm in the Chi', gotta call up Booka If you listen, I can teach shit, you gotta be quick Lil' nigga think he litty, only got a street hit I was hittin' Billboard charts before my son could walk and shit Throwin' diamonds on him before my lil' nigga could talk and shit I just spent a day at my location with a rich bitch They said the Yompton niggas couldn't do it and now we killin' shit [Chorus] Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's If you got five hundred, then you better book me Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch [Verse 2] Buss downs, big blocks, bad hoes, mansions You be speculatin' I know you niggas can't stand us I can patty cake with all these niggas, one handed Global jet pass, I can never get stranded Made my nigga buss a shh on a shh-shh I'm quick to hear a bitch talkin' and tell her, "Shh-shh" We got assassins makin' deal goin' two for one She talkin' like she want Molly, I told her, "Do one" You can catch Ricch out in traffic, in some fast shit You told me that that bitch exclusive, but I bagged it Said she like me 'cause I keep it humble, I ain't flashy Said my lifestyle kind of bougie but it's ratchet [Chorus] Blew a hundred last month at Tootsie's If you got five hundred, then you better book me Catch me in ATL with my YSL's, pushin' P Stop talkin' that talk, bitch, suck this dick My Audemars Piguet make 'em wanna cut my wrist I bet we fuck it up and tear the roof off this bitch Three hundred thou', even my lil' coupe cost some shit I want another house, I don't give a fuck who bought this bitch