I love my fans and I love my clan
And we stay with bands
So if you love your man say, say
Im fuckin witcha, even if you arent
Boy Im fuckin witcha, yeah lets fuck baby
Cause youre up baby, youre so up baby
Youre stuck up baby
And I aint got money on the floor you cant step up under that
I got one old school you might step up under that
Yeah, I said yeah, yeah
And Im ridin down the street, Im about to turn a ride in your ho
I got xans mixed with syrup and all on my clothes
And if you never heard about me boy, ask your ho
Im listenin to the Lil Mike, I mean Ca$h Out so touch your toes
Ohhh, live life like a rock star baby
Born in Jonesboro South, but I live with pop stars, baby
Your ho look scary like a cop car baby
Im so high if I had a gun I could pop stars baby
What the fuck you mean baby girl you trip
What the fuck you mean Im broke? You need a whip
Come here let me see that ass ho
Im fuckin witcha, even if you arent
Boy Im fuck witcha, yeah
Lets fuck baby cause youre so up baby
So up baby, youre stuck up baby
And I aint got money on the floor you cant step up under that
I got one old school you might step up under that, yeah
I said yeah, yeah
Umm, Verse 2, I love you
I trust you, I’ll fuck you all night, yeah
Ill treat your body right yeah
Buy you black diamonds, no night
Have you ever had your name on the seatbelt of your flight?
Because that bitch belong to you
Motherfuck who think they king, baby girl Im thronin you
Lil tomboy ass cologne for you
And I aint never, never had a girl like you
I swear every girl can get some pearls for you
I swear I just had to love the girl for you
Youre perfect, I might leave Thugs world for you
I love my fans and I love my clan
And we stay with bands
So if you love your man say, say
Im fuckin witcha, even if you arent
Boy Im fuckin witcha, yeah lets fuck baby
Cause youre up baby, youre so up baby
Youre stuck up baby
And I aint got money on the floor you cant step up under that
I got one old school you might step up under that
Yeah, I said yeah, yeah
Got goons on go, not friendly, bitch
Pulled up in Haiti in a Bentley, bitch
And my whole crew buyin, not renting shit
And I called the plug up, so you know that I sent for it
Hundred bricks on the road the birds flock together
Put some change on your head, call me Money Mayweather
And nigga I can show you how to pick a feather
Half a brick to a whole thing, remix, put it back together
And I got my Adidas on, but I got more stripes
And what these niggas rappin bout, hey man thats your life
And I bet these niggas feel left cause I went so right
And if I turned this four into a nine itd be so right
I love my fans and I love my clan
And we stay with bands
So if you love your man say, say
Im fuckin witcha, even if you arent
Boy Im fuckin witcha, yeah lets fuck baby
Cause youre up baby, youre so up baby
Youre stuck up baby
And I aint got money on the floor you cant step up under that
I got one old school you might step up under that
Yeah, I said yeah, yeah