Songtext
(Dee Money, nigga)
This bitch wanna smoke all my weed
I don't want no sex, told her to get on her knees
Baby, you won't regret the day that you'll fuck me
But you gotta hold my pistol and my weed
Man, I wish a nigga would try me
He gonna need a morgue, no IV
Let five shots off, he got hit with 'bout three
Now I got 22 left and about three
Sosa, how many chains you got on, 'bout three
I don't stay in one house, I bought three
It's three niggas in your house in the orders of me
And they all shooting, boy, they ready for anything
I bought three pounds of weed and three pints of lean
I know you wanna get high, baby
Just suck my dick from the side, baby
Or don't hop in my ride, baby
This bitch wanna smoke all my weed
I don't want no sex, told her to get on her knees
Baby, you won't regret the day that you'll fuck me
But you gotta hold my pistol and my weed
Man, I wish a nigga would try me
He gonna need a morgue, no IV
Let five shots off, he got hit with 'bout three
Now I got 22 left and about three
