East side with my main G’s where the dames be
Niggas can’t touch, I’m too cold get a brain freeze
I was birthed with the gift of gab
Do you blame me?
If the flow was like alcohol, it’d be Baileys
Sip that, tryna break you off like a kit kat, grip that
Mae your lips smack when you kiss that
You was with a god ma, don’t ever forget that
Niggas don’t want the drama, that’s a mismatch
Outta sight outta mind, money is the bottom line
I’m looking for a sign like a dotted a line
Suite level rooms at the Ramada,
Yo i’m tryna eat, is you nigga still on Ramadan?
Godspeed, I’ma light the J, call me Gatsby
Gladly, never tell the feds where the gats be
I just need the tax free, shorty coming thru in the taxi
Said she got that shit that’ll relax me