Tekst
New whip got the Dilla plates
Two hundred the MPH
Headed west on BCH
You know I'm late
Soon as I walk in the place
I can't even sit up straight
I'm slouching like Scarface
Panini my pasta
We eating like mobsters
Cracking crab and lobster
I don't know no other way
Been this way since I was eight
I'm in love with Mary Jane
Big, big Pimp and Big Poppa
On islands and yachts
Designer flip flops
Still fuckin' Natasha
Come stains in my boxers
Your feelings gon' cost ya
Cut you off of the roster
You thought that you took my shine
You thought that you took my place
I just like to take my time
The world is mine
California license plate
Two O's in that CLA
I took trips to Texas state
Hold up, wait, like Tubman, I know the way
This a Durack, not a cape
Set the screen, stick with the player
Money with the fade away
Big, big Pimp and Big Poppa
On islands and yachts, uh
Designer flip-flops, huh
Still fuckin' Natasha
Come stains in my boxers
Your feelings gon' cost ya
Cut you off of the roster
Yeah, big, big pimp and big poppa
On islands and yachts, uh
Designer flip flops, uh
Still fuckin' Natasha
Come stains in my boxers
Your feelings gon' cost ya
Cut you off of the roster