Oh, yeah, yeah, woah Yeah, yeah, yeah, woah Bring the guys out when we run down When the sun down, havin' fun, oh Spin and cut it off, now let's wind down Took your racks out, you got none now Stop sippin' Act', put the cup down I had love for you, but it's none now I had love for you, what's up with you? Switched up, boy, you better cut it out, yeah I took that ho to Belize, I took that ho to the moon, yeah Said that she rockin' with me, why she ain't rockin' with you Said that she got a nigga, I guess I'm killin' your boo Take that boy out the picture, yeah, I'm killin' him too Yeah, I got the chopper on me, I keep the toolie, be ridin' Yeah, I got a milli' on me, my lil' girl better be honest Ain't talkin' 'bout money, then why is you talkin'? Uh Walk in that Louis, then Prada I'm sippin' that Tris', it got me hypnotic, yeah Sippin' that purple, I'm noddin' I'm fuckin' his bitch, I think her name Claudia When she come over, get naughty I'm spendin' your band, I walk up in Follies, yeah Louis, designer, I cop it I bought me some ALYX, I bought my ho Cartier She tell me she want it, she got it I'm droppin' these niggas like Scotty 2 Hotty Toolie, it'll take off your noggin Talkin' 'bout money, then count me in Talk 'bout some racks, baby, count me in Talkin' 'bout racks, baby, count me in Count me in, yeah Bring the guys out when we run down When the sun down, havin' fun, oh Spin and cut it off, now let's wind down Took your racks out, you got none now Stop sippin' Act', put the cup down I had love for you, but it's none now I had love for you, what's up with you? Switched up, boy, you better cut it out, yeah I took that ho to Belize, I took that ho to the moon, yeah Said that she rockin' with me, why she ain't rockin' with you Said that she got a nigga, I guess I'm killin' your boo Take that boy out the picture, yeah, I'm killin' him too Yeah, I got the chopper on me, I keep the toolie, be ridin' Yeah, I got a milli' on me, my lil' girl better be honest Ain't talkin' 'bout money, then why is you talkin'? Uh Walk in that Louis, then Prada I'm sippin' that Tris', it got me hypnotic, yeah Sippin' that purple, I'm noddin' I'm fuckin' his bitch, I think her name Claudia When she come over, get naughty I'm spendin' your band, I walk up in Follies, yeah Louis, designer, I cop it