Huh, if it's a problem (MIA JAY C)
Why the fuck you wouldn't let me know before I had to think about it?
Huh
Naw, boy
If it's a problem, huh
Why the fuck you wouldn't let me know before I had to think about it?
Huh, like just be honest, huh
If it ain't 'bout my people or them bucks, then I won't even up my choppper
Huh, bitch, I'm Casada
Mmm, hmm
Keep this bitch slappin'
Ayy
And don't kick it with no bitch if she don't suck no dick
Huh, huh, sss
Ain't talkin' to no random nigga, it ain't 'bout no business
Huh, I want the munion
Jogging pants seven hundred, like thirty thousand in 'em
Less off an accident, I fucked around and trapped in this
Put a brick right up in that pot, it did a backwards flip
Pressed a nigga like where my money at? I ain't have to ask again
Huh, huh, tuh, windows five percent
Bag camp tinted, ayy, huh, 'fore I ride with blicks
Yellowskin ho, huh, huh, with a brown bitch
Huh, brand-new 'fit, all cold out of town with it
Lil' Blood got indictment with it, I'm the hound with it
Touched down, had this white bitch with him, she was dyin' with it
Ayy, peeped the smoke was clear, know them clouds different
Ayy, I had thanked God 'cause that bag was seventy thousand
Got it from my people, it was free
All the fuck I had to do was get it to the V
Huh, all the fuck you had to do was not talk to police
Huh, all a bitch need to do is drop it to her knees
Might respect your mama, huh, but then I might not
I'm still the same nigga with the fame, dog, the high top
Huh, baby, huh, let me pull up light, I'm your night owl
Tears runnin' down the side of your face like they eyedrops
Naw, bitch, bool side, and now you cyclops
Ayy, I still need above Armani with the sixes
Huh, four fifteen diamonds in the trunk got me trippin', huh
Tweeters in the front like I'm drunk, ain't been sippin'
Hellcat 9 with the sign, good blicky
See that camel toe on a jukey ho, I'm gon' stick it, huh
Left wrist cost a nigga kit, right wrist a couple bricks
With no light, this shit hit, reason why she let me hit
Bitch, I'm light, turn me up
Everywhere I go, I never see a nigga that be broke
How would I even? Niggas don't know the first thing 'bout gettin' pros
How we be tweakin'? Stay sold a nigga head and dogged the road, nigga, hugh
Audemars Piguet, extra rose
Sixty-somethin', seventy-gram Cuban for the hoes
Uh, thirty gram for the rocks in my earlobes
Huh, twenty-five racks apiece for my grill mode
Tell me, boy, flawless diamonds on it, done right coast
Huh, downtown, get my dick ate up by the white ho
Fuck around and do too much spin out and hit the light pole
TRX, got that bitch in lost mode on ice out, ugh
If it's a problem, huh
Why the fuck you wouldn't let me know before I had to think about it?
Huh, like just be honest
Huh, if it ain't 'bout my people or them bucks, then I won't even up my chopper
Huh, bitch, I'm Casada
Mmm, hmm
Keep this bitch slappin'
Ayy
