Mr. Balmain with Air Force
That bitch say that she really like my voice
I do not like her like we is divorced
Shut up bitch, don't like your voice
I might just jump in a 'Rari
I might just jump in a Porsche
What them two things got in common?
Them bitches both got the horse (giddy up!)
Hit that bitch straight from the back
That bitch just look like a horse
That bitch she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that bitch suck on my dick
I leave her pussy so moist
You cannot fold this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce
Automobiles they so foreign
You worrying about a fart
Nigga tell me how you whipping
I swear I'm using a fork
Boy I swear your money little
Like you related to stark
That bitch she lick on the tip
Ain't my baby somebody call the stork
Maxing the Mac-11 with the tripper service
Swear that you don't want war
Shotgun turn you to a smoothie, hit you with the uzi
Swear you don't want war
You a tough pit like a bar
Tell that bitch I got everything in the store
I remember back I was almost poor
Now that bitch pussy pinker than a sore
Tough ass raps they be switching they ???
Gang members and they talking in code like its mars
I'm the type of nigga to handle shit like a dog
You the type of nigga to fall in love with a whore
Back then that bitch said I was a nerd
Now that bitch sucking on the dick of a god
All that got damn money laying on the floor
Pick it up put it away treat it like its yours
Mr. Balmain with Air Force
That bitch say that she really like my voice
I do not like her like we is divorced
Shut up bitch, don't like your voice
I might just jump in a 'Rari
I might just jump in a Porsche
What them two things got in common?
Them bitches both got the horse (giddy up!)
Hit that bitch straight from the back
That bitch just look like a horse
That bitch she gon' scream my name
Until her throat getting hoarse
Told that bitch suck on my dick
I leave her pussy so moist
You cannot fold this umbrella
You ain't inside of the door on Rolls Royce