48 Degrees

[Intro]
(I Mix Nation for real)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah (Ayy-ayy-ayy)

[Chorus]
Yeah, the cup dirty, but them whips clean
And my bitch bad, but damn, that bitch mean
Count a hundred grand, and it's all green
All this fuckin' ice, feel like fourty-eight degrees
Yeah, the cup dirty, but them whips clean
Yeah, my bitch bad, but damn, that bitch mean
Count a hundred grand, and it's all green
All this fuckin' ice, feel like fourty-eight degrees

[Verse 1]
Ayy, what you thought, nigga?
This a million dollar nigga in a loft, nigga
Trap nigga, you can tell from how I talk, nigga
Rich nigga, you can tell from how I walk, nigga
Fuck what you thought, nigga
I don't do no fakin', [?] might send a brick to achin', nigga
What's the occasion, nigga? I dress up, I ain't no basic nigga
Fuck you thankin', nigga, I got the blood shakin', nigga
Me and cocky got two bitches in here naked, nigga
Ayy, where the Lean at?
I'm a damn fiend
Brought a Hellcat, and it's slime green (Skrrt, slime-slime)
Got a college bitch, I swear her brain mean
I want no model bitch, I need a trap queen

[Chorus]
Yeah, the cup dirty, but them whips clean
And my bitch bad, but damn, that bitch mean
Count a hundred grand, and it's all green
All this fuckin' ice, feel like fourty-eight degrees
Yeah, the cup dirty, but them whips clean
Yeah, my bitch bad, but damn, that bitch mean
Count a hundred grand, and it's all green
All this fuckin' ice, feel like fourty-eight degrees

[Verse 2]
I like my cup dirty
I'm in traffic with that pack, so bitch, I'm ridin' dirty
You might like your bitch just classy, I like mine dirty
And I keep that Curry on me, that's a whole .30
Bitch, a dirty-dirty
Let's get it crackin', nigga, I'm in the streets, what's happenin', nigga?
Rap with my passion, nigga, I came up off of trappin', nigga
Check out my fashion, nigga, might dress up like St. Patrick, nigga
Pour a four, pull up in a Ghost like Casper, nigga
Ayy, where the Lean at? I want codeine
Got a bad bitch, but damn, that bitch mean
No consieted bitch, she don't stunt her thing
But she can eat a dick (Eat it), that's her favorite thing

[Chorus]
Yeah, the cup dirty, but them whips clean
And my bitch bad, but damn, that bitch mean
Count a hundred grand, and it's all green
All this fuckin' ice, feel like fourty-eight degrees
Yeah, the cup dirty, but them whips clean
Yeah, my bitch bad, but damn, that bitch mean
Count a hundred grand, and it's all green
All this fuckin' ice, feel like fourty-eight degrees