Fanny Pack

Yeah yeah Yeah I'm loving the percocets Smoking the ganja My head top to bottom Dripped in Desinger This bitch stupid She got shot in the heart by cupid Yeah Yeah ay Get up in the morning Everything lucid Like how do I stop it? I'm rolling off beans, percocets mixed with xannies I'm smoking these pussies Call em a fanny Call dat a fanny pack Dat be a pussy pack I got dat pussy packed Ay She wrapped in my mind all the time Taking the time We'll rewind Ay Too much on my plate Wonder what I will find now High profit what I will find now All of this cake I wonder what's on the stake now Yeah If you get my call You know I'll be there right now If you get my call You know all of this money we'll find now All of this money we're getting now All of the grinding I'm finding I'm finding I'm finding All this shit is working now Yeah Up in the sky That's where you gonna be seeing me From reality everyday I flee Walk into the room Feel like they preeing me I'm too embarrassed Way too high for this Ay ay High for this Yeah yeah It's fucked up now It's a party life I'm living I'm by myself Imma f*ck We're getting fucked up now Off of the perc I'm fucked up now Too much I think I'm stuck up now What will I do now I'm smoking the loud Don't think bout the past I'm living the present Living the future tense I'm making moves I'm getting big You know I'm used to this Blackout on xans I'm ludacris