40 Block

She gon throw that ass when she see that cash If I tell your ass to come through you gon cum last I aint here to judge I aint worried bout yo past Money calling no time to talk sorry baby gotta blast Yuh hold on Tick tock tick tick tick tock Tick tock tick tick tick tock Got my 40 block You know how we rock Four cars deep I pull up in a two seater Thick snow bunny call her Brittney she a man eater Thirteenth disciple on my sweater Spent four bills on my maison margiela Chatting with the homies bout how we gon get the cheddar Only we worried bout now is the fucking weather Fucking weather she know about it shit who let her Aye been through it all but I never been broke To see me fall they got all the hope I got what you need what you want On my 40 ounce I got oe font Call me flacko they flock to me no need to flaunt In a wide body triple parked don't need the keys to start You a mall cop like paul blart aint got no heart Who this nigga think he is he ye or some sort? Laugh at yall while sipping out my pimp cup with no remorse What's a stylist I never had it My jewels is far from plastic You mocking birds you niggas parrots You my son I'm ya parent Mackbo the ambassador that's the only thing I'm swearing