Said I just got home, change clothes
Hit the city, prolly kick it with some bitches, I suppose
Keep some weed of they own
Spending g's on they own
So we prolly blow some tho
And they wonder do I sleep alone
I get 'em to the condo, pass 'em like Rondo
Silk sheets, when we sleepin' on
Might fuck her 'till the morn- then I gotta send her home
Fuck it, we still in the city
I can spend a fifty
And I got my niggas with me
Bad bitches with me
And they rollin' up the sticky
We ain't bein' picky
Ho I hope you got on Vickys
Rolling loud, Oklahoma got some thunder with me
Got them bands up in the bando, and a runner wit me
Take your bitches to white bear we don't fuck with denny's
Tell me why I get the feelin that you fucking with me
I would in loud
I'll be so high
All your clawns show me down
You can catch me in the sky
Never low
Ten bands on my coke
Quit your hands of my coke
Man we ain't let it go
So you know
Put the money in the toke
Take a toke tryin' to smoke
Baby call, I'm tryin' to fuck you on the boat