Ha Switch
I'm the of the ballers My is to go get it You getting money in the city, I yo business my business I got on the doe I it Dennis the Menace You goin get greet with a smile, and get straight to the dentist Put coats on the candy I call it quenchin the thirst Pop my car in your driveway, you'll I send ya desert I cooked up some fruit the way the orange is burnt I'm talking bout my Excursion my rims already turnt That means I got miles on it just call me when want it I on that Navigation then enter in my opponent like that old Koopa, but look how that boy thrown it That mean it already throwed if you see I'm on it at the lot I own it, and under that I bury ya Got a coffin let me call my carrier And I even heard of ya, my paper is thirtier A room looking striaght outta Gallery Furniture I will murder a murderer I worry with worriers I get further and further ya plus my whip perverted, huh Top taking off with that naked inserted her Sexy on the fender, try'na get my doe like a burglar Believe that I hurt you, you the Beamer is purple The TV screens in the Beamer goin hit the scene like it's You gots to keep on falling but I'm a keep on The like bill collectors cause they just keep on calling With all these car-loving I feel like 007 Can they throw your car, shut the F up and go get em I leave em stiff as a denim, I em fasho I'm a em stiff as a doe, and lay em out like a flo Styles
I pull up on em with the rag top Hit button on the dash until it close (till it close) The try'na pull my candy thang over But my hitting somewhere by the flow (by the flow) Oh, I'm that money and you know it And I'll probably go and blow it on some (on some jewels) And you know this is true got me confused I won't go I'm nothing like you
Styles Ay, stop talking bout you finna do You goin get the doe go get the doe I'm a ball all the way till I'm And spend all my doe on mo Cause I'm way cooler you dudes And I'm way than you fools Yes the paint, yes the shoes I got a new whip I call it Clues I'm the baddest rapper in the region Been the hardest out the forty-fo You wanna be the one to go toe-to-toe Cause I slow ya and you know it bro and I brought some doe You already I don't converse And if a try'na take my doe Then I'll break his with my Converse Talk last and then bomb Like Makaveli I'm having Money and fame cool but you get em all and you out a deli Don't beg I feel that is petty I don't wear J's I leave to Nelly You ain't talk trash yet But raise your mind and I'm mad already