He be my flickin' high sport, when he see me, drive up me head, keepin' high road
I don't no blow the flow through my vein, I ain't see for pain, dark shades for the rain
I'm more money any time I see me touch a flame, I from a land ya bitch a suck lick everyday
Done!
Then, you know I ain't stylin' no fam, full of money to your taste, style me no God no
Who in the movement even likes no man, bring a girl come and we mo' grind for mo' one
No!
We take a sip off of me Hennessy, fi make him own the fam, we young we got the remedy
How we to prove?