Feat. Curren$y

(Verse)
Uh, gold yards and salines, bitch been on em things
Carry herself like a queen who could support a king
All very well, run the castle by her damn self
Put a lil more then you'll be perfect, let these hands help
That stance wealth got me movin' with a sense assurance
Women all loiterous like a sour fish swimmin' in this gorgeous mist
In the middle of November, five in the mornin'
Parked in the lot of the Staple Center
Hittin' in plain sight, she dome me up while I was on the phone
Wrappin' up some business, bookin' a flight
That type you put on yo wishlist
Them bitches you scared to get with cuz you know
She come up with hustlers pockets deeper than yo shit broke
Nigga like me, she be waitin' fo'
The way I got paper, she just tryna make me more
We in Soho, at the Bape store im like lace me hoe
Everything I wanted, even snatched a couple of hoodies for my homies
Thats how we do, I catch a bus, I put my dawgs on it
We ride until the wheels fall off it
Till the heels break, give her some rollerskates
Go get it babe, I'm perfecting my fade away
Pullin' off in that Porsche as I light the J
And if it's bout games, mane, please not today
I got a lot to do, can't bullshit with you
That ain't gon' get me payed
We tryna eat and rap up take home plates
Leave the fuckin' streets smokin' like a ashtray

 

                          Thanks to Og cita for correcting these lyrics