(Verse)
Five years and I'm mad
Used to be in traffic, pushin' grams
Wait a minute, used to be the boy up in the stands
Bad relationships and bitches trippin', nah
I got hoes, wow! All my bros blowin' up
Foreign, I be dippin' out, pussy don't be trippin' out
Trowin' alley used to on my niggas like they dippin' out
(Chorus)
All my niggas on, all my bitches foreign
But ya know it's not important
Ridin' through my city, Acura in the morning
But ya know that's not important
Tell me bout yo girl want it (?!)
Tell me bout yo girl want it (?!)
(Verse 2)
Why do we pretend? I know all yo friends
Tell me all the freaky shit you say when you're not here
Girl, I know you drive, girl you feel the rise
But I wonder if you can take it
Hold this for a second, oh damn
You know that you gon' need both hands
See it in your eyes, you'll just stay tonight
Cause all my niggas cool and we drink white wine