(Yeah, Baby, you did this one) TV installed in the mirror, laid back–ahhhh (Yeah, Baby, you did this one) Ahhhh (Baby on the track, got the beat slidin') TV installed in the mirror, laid back, watchin' movies In jacuzzi baths Add the money up, like I do the math I was stackin' paper, I ain't never go to school, I was new to class Beat the block down, like I do the bag I'll cheat on a bitch, with another bitch, with another bitch Damn, all my bitches mad I got 3 bitches, ho-ho-ho, all my bitches bad I'm the real Santa Claus for Christmas, came through with the biggest bag Damn, I would put you on your feet, but you can't flip a bag You ain't tip no strippers, you been in the club all week, got the bitches mad If I ain't get kicked out, I'm in d—hehe If I ain't get kicked out, I'm in detention class I was skippin' school all day in the bitches class Everybody graduated broke, like how the fuck I'm in the richest class? Oh, I was probably in ISS, what the fuck that mean? Aye, In School Suspension class I'm in Vegas on the top floor, at the Bellagio I don't wanna fuck, I want head, you got sloppy throat Bitch head water, I'm just tryna dive in it like Geronimo When I'm done with you, bitch, you gotta go I can tell you about some bullshit you ain't gotta know Damn, like I hit your sister Bitch say she don't smoke Backwoods, said she smoke Swishers I mean like bitch, why they gotta be so small though? Like–it's like, it's only like a .4 in there Like babygirl, like, you gotta get it together Bad bitch say she don't smoke Backwoods, she don't like the taste Smokin' all my weed with my friends, I don't like to face I just hit the gas, I don't like the brakes I just wanna fuck you, then I'm gone, I don't like to date Lately, I been thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, I don't–huh I don't like today I'm the Coochie Man, fuck around and grow my wings, I might fly away Nigga play me wrong, he might die today Nigga died for a contract, he might sign today Damn, nigga signed his life away What the fuck you?–ahhhh Why the fuck you keep throwin' lows? Throw the dice away You a muhfuckin' crash dummy, throw your life away I don't give a fuck about no jewelry, throw the ice away How the fuck I'm gettin' high as hell, but I'm drivin' straight? Aye, mix a 4 of Wock with a 4 of Triz, that's a 8 of what? Me and Louie had 2020, I can't make this up You do not appreciate–AHHHH! You do not appreciate lean, you can't–damn Aye, you can't taste my cup Even if I dangle from a bridge, you can't make me jump Really in the game, you can't ball, you can't make this dunk