Luck of the Irish

{Intro}
(cool, calm, collected)

(cool, calm, collected, ya dig)

Dude, I gotta ball on you niggas
Like luck of the Irish
Huh, just 'cause you got money
Don't mean you can dress
Go get you a stylist, uh

I know this rachet white girl
But her dad cool as hell
Like Billy Rae Cyrus, uh
I wake up every morning
Take a praise up to God
He be giving me guidance
Look, I can't be friends with you niggas
Cause if we do dirt and get caught
You're not gonna be silent

I got this bad little shorty
Who works at (?)
But I don't post her
I gotta keep her private
I got the Jays on the nigga
The (?) on thе nigga
The glow on the hoes was pricеless
Yeah, they suspended on my license
'Cause I won't drive slow
I still work that hoe
No license

(?)

Look, you get what you thought it was
This what it became
She want a (?)
Like it's (?)
I said don't fuck with God
Like a flame
I got a (?)
Out in Maine
(?) shorty
She do not cuss
She don't say "damn"
She gon' say "Dang!"
I got that head
I need it every day
I got a Honda on a plane

Ring around the rosey
I know some niggas who
Would catch and shoot a nigga
From the corner, just like James Posey
Baby booty round
It's like Rolie Polie Olie
Thinkin' bout my cousin still in Ghana
'Cause it drove me
Thinkin' bout my nana (?) smilin'
'Cause it hold me