Mercedes Powder Blu

I call my souljahs Run up in your crib, in the morning for the Folgers No, this ain't done Nah bitch, this shit ain't over Riding in that Rover Yeah bitch, I'm never sober Drop top or the coupe? This shit ain't new, She only 22 Mercedez powder blue, my goonies rocking True's Shoot you for a rack, word to God, that's facts If you push me to the limit, I'mma take it to the max If she got a man, I might f*ck her if I'm on one Never cheating on my bitch though Bitch I'm wholesome Finesse for my dick, bitch you thought Bitch Stop This Ralph Lauren He give you USPA, so you call me when you bored of him Running with some gangstaz, that's my partnadem She said you be rapping, had to tell her, I ain't heard of him Yeah I'm spending racks for the night, I'm at the Raddison God bless my mother, yeah I'm paying for my father's sins If the opps run up on me, hit them with that Hadouken I was low on cash but bitch you know I'm up again So what's up with it?