YinYang (feat. Lost Angel)

You can't name a Florida nigga who out trappin' us Took a lil' break, off the spendin' I been stackin' up Mr. Count it up, feel like a bank teller All this money i done touched I been scrapin' it, out the pot for a minute now Bust the AP and the prezi, down I'm goin' plain now Make a hoe sign a NDA, I got a name now Button on this Glock, I'm ready to go Hussein now Only switchin' lanes when I'm in a fast car stay loyal, I might cash out on you a Audemars Nigga, I'm having' real motion like a wide receiver Know I'm super quick to set it off, Queen Latifah Got A's in every class, I was servin' all my teachers On the block shootin' dice for hours in my white beater I got five dollar deals goin', nigga, lil' Caesar's She say she don't f*ck with rich niggas, cause we all cheaters On my paid in full shit, I got more stripes than Adidas Ocean Drive, just me and my chopper in this two-seater In the middle of the summer, nigga, icy like a freezer Told that bitch, shake that ass on me like she caught a seizure I can turn you to a millionaire, you follow my procedure Spendin' hundreds out the stack, baby, we don't swipe Visa I'm a red-nosed dog, baby, not a German shepherd I'm a plug in your nigga, just a Santa Claus helper Hit rodeo blow, and it's all hundreds Niggas movin' shifty, hit with 60, and they all stomachs Niggas dead over deals, can't call for nothin Bitches scream my name, but I let my dirty f*ck Party out the club, cause I got my 30 tucked Mary Jane stuffed in my wood, baby, that's my pick me up I know niggas that I love, be the ones to send me up If you cross me once, it ain't no second chance, you outta luck Psst, psst, psst, psst, ridin' in that black Caddy Bitch said, remember me? I don't know my hoe, probably Opps gave the lo, probably, I just f*ck' and go shorty You can't offer me no plate, cause I don't eat from nobody Every time I step and make a move, I got my head up Know they waitin' to see me fail, so the lies can add up Damn these niggas be so sissy, know these hoes fed up Ten up better, baby, I can't hit the stage, uh-uh New Mercedes-Benz, Cardi-Lens, tell me what you want I go spin again and spin again, don't tell me that it's smoke Niggas left me cold, so I went ten on my coat Bling-blaow, bust down, I went 20 on my hoe I went Christian with the lube, the city hate different Womp, I ain't hearing shit if it, ain't got no pape in it 30 days, 30 nights, hit the road driftin Ain't no love, so I fell back in the Hellcat Bitches show me love, I'm givin' hugs, where the hoes at Hit my knees, Lord, please, gotta bring my bones back Don't be broadcasting that you broke, get your hoe snatched Got some black shit, and it sound like some Whitney shit