(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Girl, I don't pop no Xanny's, sippin' drank in the back of the Phantom Alright, don't put me on camera, mixin' Tris' with the Wock' like my candle My Benz got panoramic, take you to hot spots, Atlanta I'm off of them shrooms, I'm so fuckin geeked I might fall in love with a dancer, yeah, I might fall in love with a dancer Yeah, I might fall in love with a dancer, but I might fall in love with a dancer I keep me a stick like I'm playin' hockey You almost treat me better than Roxy I don't want none of these niggas around me You don't want none of these bitches around you You impress me, bitch, I might fuck around and sign you I get that cheese, that cheedar, lasagna Maybach seats, yeah, you can recline 'em Put you in double C, your personal stylist The Glock under the seat, the cops right behind us We finna flee, no other option He wanna be me, he tryna copy His bitch keep on lookin', I'm drippin' in Prada I get them streams, might fly to Nirvana She wanna have sex, but that ain't my problem She don't wanna listen, I'm fuckin' her mama Kick to the curb, I don't deal with the drama Brenda, I miss you, everyday I'm sippin' a litter Yeah, yeah, It's killin' my kidneys and I know that shit 'cause I'm tryna be with you Yeah, yeah, I stick to the code and since you been gone, your grand baby richer Yeah, yeah, gotta check on your sister I miss my aunt, Genny, I heard she got sicker Girl, I don't pop no Xanny's, sippin' drank in the back of the Phantom Alright, don't put me on camera, mixin' Tris' with the Wock' like my candle My Benz got panoramic,, take you to hot spots, Atlanta I'm off of them shrooms, I'm so fuckin geeked I might fall in love with a dancer, yeah, I might fall in love with a dancer Yeah, I might fall in love with a dancer, but I might fall in love with a dancer Oh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh