Lyrics

[Intro] Hello What are you doing? I'm in the studio I'm finna make— I'm finna make this song real quick, I'ma call you right back Alright [Chorus] Hmm, this sound like that one Ain't got exotic in your 'Wood, you better not spark it up Threw two hundred in the club, they fightin' over crumbs That's how you know these bitches broke, they trippin' over ones [Verse 1] It's crazy how I'm gettin' paid, I do this shit for fun How the fuck you in the street and you ain't got no gun? Brodie ridin' foreign with the strap and he still on the run Baby gave me face in out of state, she really going dumb Carti' got them diamonds in the face, my wrist going numb How the fuck she never got no money? She a freaky bum Think we in a band, we got a pole, I bet he got a drum Leanin' up in Nieman's, shoe shoppin', I can't pick which one You better not touch my coffee cup or I'ma fuck you up We got choppers for them niggas that be buff as fuck Thought he was a killer 'til we smoked him, now he in a blunt Rollin' dead niggas in this 'Wood, this ain't no fuckin' Runtz [Chorus] Hmm, this sound like that one Ain't got exotic in your 'Wood, you better not spark it up Threw two hundred in the club, they fightin' over crumbs That's how you know these bitches broke, they trippin' over ones Hmm, this sound like that one Ain't got exotic in your 'Wood, you better not spark it up Threw two hundred in the club, they fightin' over crumbs That's how you know these bitches broke, they trippin' over ones [Verse 2] You looking for me, I'm on Hayes, meet me in the front I can't wait to see that nigga, put him in the blunt Niggas rockin' petty-ass bracelets, this a forty-one Me and Poodah smoked a half a P, we burnt like twenty blunts You ain't got no fuckin' pape', you still roll Swisher blunts I just poured a big six, it really fucked me up Met a thick bitch in the club, I made her suck me up Phil just swooped me in G-Wagen, not no rental truck That chopper came with .223s, gon' lift a hemi up Nigga, you ain't talking 'bout no pape', can't even hit me up Me and Skinny jewelry put together costs one-fifty plus Man, these niggas still hatin', get your chicken up [Chorus] Hmm, this sound like that one Ain't got exotic in your 'Wood, you better not spark it up Threw two hundred in the club, they fightin' over crumbs That's how you know these bitches broke, they trippin' over ones Hmm, this sound like that one Ain't got exotic in your 'Wood, you better not spark it up Threw two hundred in the club, they fightin' over crumbs That's how you know these bitches broke, they trippin' over ones