Ay, Ay, Woah, Ay, Woah Ay, Ay, Woah, Ay, Woah
Woah, how it go? I just pull up to your hoe
Give her dick, then I dip, gotta go to a show
Flippin' bricks, holdin' sticks, toting poles, down to go
Tell that bitch, leave her motherf*ckin' shoes at the door
Yeah, tell that bitch how it go, how it go
She kick around on her own, on her own
Yeah, she gotta go, gotta go
Get no time for these hoes nah
Makin' money, it ain't funny to me
Run up on me, I'ma kill you quickly
Don't give a shit what you say to me
This my own lane, yeah, try and take it
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Let it go, pull up to me that's a no
I'ma leave you on the floor
Get the f*ck up out my store
Why do you want it all, oh, yeah
Gettin' money like, yeah, yeah
Tell that bitch, oh nah, yeah
Get the f*ck outta here, yeah
I really don't care, yeah
Stay over there, yeah
Ay, pull up with these sticks, you getting hit
Makin' all this f*ckin' money, then I go and f*ck your bitch
Yeah, it hurts when I say that shit
Imagine if it's real, better ask your bitch
Ask that hoe, how it go