I got bells like trees on Christmas Like Papa got them chickens Got a red foreign bitch, she whip it She can do, she can do the dishes Clientele, clientele, clientele, clientele I got bricks I don't need no scale I'm the plug bitch I got clientele [?] crazy, my bands gone crazy In the kitchen water whippin' cause I got clientele I don't need a scale, shift it to the metal Got all white bitch I ain't tellin' no tale 50 bricks in the ceiling and I ain't talkin' [?] Big [?] blunts [?] Jamaican True Religion pants got 50k in em' Foreign bitch like [?] [?] Maserati Money real old like Bill Cosby Droppin' bands in Lennox while you shoppin' at the hobby lobby My ice, real cold like [?] Spring water Bitch I am the plug I can take your order I got bricks I don't need no scale Get knocked out and gettin' no bell Still East side [?] That Southside cartel Them hoes love how I roll Keep bad bitch on their toe I got the bitch of your dreams But that's [?] soft My watch cost bout fourty They came with a Glock fourty You reach for it, you seek for it We're breaking new, top stories Them bricks truck we roll up then we hop out Know a couple real niggas got real money hit rock bottom