Thip Thoe

(Tip Toe through the window, by the window that is where I'll be Tip toe through the tulips with me) Don't ever tip toe (yeah) I feel like I'm on the motherfuckin' death row I be locked up, I be sellin' … (yeah) you want that blow, already know Snow bunnies in my fuckin' zone, snow bunny hit me up, I got the best product Yeah, I be wearin' all that Gucci and the Prada Flip-flop when you talkin', I'm just modest I don't know what you mean, man, you bought it Ayy, red dot at your head I don't care, I be aimin' at your wig I don't mean to f*ck with you when I split I just wanna smoke that shit with a spliff One, two, three, countin' down, I just lookin' at you like some dummy Motherfucker, yeah, I'm smokin' on that cannab*s Yeah, yeah, you can never be handlin' Got that money, got that money in my pocket Got all this money and you know I'm never stoppin' Got all this drip, call me motherfuckin' faucet And when I do it, when I pop it They wanna hit me up, used to hate me, now they really wanna be me Motherfucker, I feel like I'm on TV I don't need no glasses, cause you see me Feel like Lil Wayne, I'm too wavy Bitch, Young Gravy, I'm his clone Gotta sign me, feelin' like Warner Brothers Or Sony, I don't know, I just want a big number Gotta get it like I'm Lumberjack Cuttin all the tree, cause a motherfucker call me Jack I don't never cut nobody, slack Yeah, yeah, you a fuckin' lame, you a fuckin' lame Yeah, eat you like a snack, eat you like a snack Yeah, gave you a panic attack, yea Yeah, gave you a panic attack, attack I know you ain't pullin' up to the back of the ride in the show I be going on tour yeah, you know she glow Yeah, you fuckin' hoe, yeah, Im fuckin' stoned Yeah, I like my snow I don't never roll Unless you talkin' bout them blunts, Then I roll some more Got that Indian chopstick flow Cause I'm Asian, cause my eyes close Make her eye roll back, I roll back I don't know, she go right back Let me hit that ass Let me hit that real quick, cause it's really fat Got all this cake, like the backers man Got it all spread, like the backers man Yeah, yeah, yeah, you don't know me Motherfucker, I be always chillin' call me Stogey Yeah, we ain't homies Getting all this paper, counting' all these Benjamins always in my hands, so I got these plans Heaven sent like the gift, cop all cologne I be sprayin' Jimmy Choo with the Burbs Got Supreme and it's always on my shirt I do the most, so you know that I'm superb you know that shit never hurt I be poppin' on ….. Bitch, you know that shit never hurt