Shawty, boy, what's your problem? Selling me Rihanna, running all the commas Feeling like I'm geeking on the molly Tripping in your VJ's and just nodding Heard you got a stick but never shot it Playing on my Ronda number nine Blackies on my bad too, nodding I heard you don't believe in Illuminati Bet I can turn the hood to Abu Dhabi She get you how I'm poppin, I can triple and see I can Never turning over, never running out of profit If you're real, let's just say you're never counting your pocket That's my hoe, too, she always on the market Riding around in a V12 just so we can chop it Sick of eating, been sick of eating that Katana Blow it for a reload, I need a new eponymous Man, I'm good, Pina and Colada Tripping in designer while I'm hollering eponymous Yeah, yeah You can see the **** in my eyes You can see the **** in my dime You can see the **** in my watch I can't even tell no times Big money, hoe, can't tell no shines Your whole year rent money, spend it on crime Police child, weenie, ain't no son Redbone, **** me in a bun Look her down, **** down, put her in the stomach Hands on me, bad ****, hit me like a trumpet V12, big baddie, hit me when I'm coming Chief with me, hit baddie, you don't want no drama Plucked out, plucked out, selling me Rihanna Running out the commas Plucked out, plucked out, selling me Rihanna Running out the commas