Strap on my motherfuckin' lap, it shoot a hunna Bad bitches all of 'em dimes, gotta hunna Stick that on that ass, doing the dance, doing a hunna I ain't got no change, shit, all I got is hunna New pair of Lees, white Ts, fuck Louie Stop talking 'bout it, be about it, pussy do it Supposed to go to court Said fuck it, I ain't going New 11s came out, I'm goin' to get the Jordans He rap his ass off but that fuck nigga corny He asked me for a verse, Told him fuck it, I ain't doing it Money in the ceiling, got them turkeys in the van Pistol on the counter, got them cookies 'front the fan Strap on my motherfuckin' lap, it shoot a hunna Bad bitches all of 'em dimes, gotta hunna Stick that on that ass, doing the dance, doing a hunna I ain't got no change, shit, all I got is hunna Hood-ass nigga in a 5-star suite Nickel-plated chopper, nigga that 5-star heat I don't give a fuck, drop the hunna on the piece Paid for it cash, told the crackers I don't lease If one of us gon' die, pussy nigga it wasn't beef You scared, say you scared Nigga get behind me Pills on my lap, waste 'em all on the seat Poured out the liquor, for my homie, rest in peace Strap on my motherfuckin' lap, it shoot a hunna Bad bitches all of 'em dimes, gotta hunna Stick that on that ass, doing the dance, doing a hunna I ain't got no change, shit, all I got is hunna