Saks

Ah, Aye (Let's go) And this shirt, I got from Saks, bitch I cannot be broke Niggas they be talking shit, but that shit getting old Nigga you ain't popping shit don't got a stick to tote I ain't linking with you, baby I just wanna' smoke And this shirt, I got from Saks, bitch I cannot be broke Niggas they be talking shit, but that shit getting old Nigga you ain't popping shit don't got a stick to tote I ain't linking with you, baby I just wanna' smoke Bitch I put it on, know I gotta keep it going Niggas sweet, I'm talking sugar man, it look just like it's snowing I ain't rocking with you people, man I know that y'all be hoeing In the night I'm geeked up Ima stay up 'till the morning Got a rich homie, pull up in a ghost, you'll think it's haunted Real shit, shawty bad man, you know that I want it Talking shit, but you ain't bad man, bitch I don't condone it You could go right in a pack man, roll it up and smoke it (Ha) And this shirt, I got from Saks, bitch I cannot be broke Niggas they be talking shit, but that shit getting old Nigga you ain't popping shit don't got a stick to tote I ain't linking with you, baby I just wanna' smoke Lil' boy you can go, we cannot go toe to toe Boy I'm bout to crash, take the gas, take the gas and toke I say bring it on, got big bank I don't need a loan Boy how the f*ck I go wrong? That hoe a dub, not leading on Make her sing this song THC, be in my zone THC be in my dome, but f*ck it I don't need a dome I leave it in the air Leave that shit out everywhere Do this shit, cause I don't care I told shawty swing her hair And this shirt, I got from Saks, bitch I cannot be broke Niggas they be talking shit, but that shit getting old Nigga you ain't popping shit don't got a stick to tote I ain't linking with you, baby I just wanna' smoke