Arugula

[Verse 1]
Money coming from the MT—
Green spitting out the MTA, it be coming out arugula
White hoes screamin' at the stage like yer tubular
Turnt all my J's to clientele 'cause I'm exuberant
If he told me that I need a scale, I don’t know who I am
Eatin' mushrooms on the block with my killer can
Too tall to stand in this bitch, he broke the ceiling fan
Ain't thinking bout the tab, baby, who mad?
Get to some pape' with your cool ass
Mop mop mop, if I had to spray a chop, you gon' loosen up
Ain't thinking bout the shit you thinking bout, you ain't used to us
Fuck you tahm bout, bit' got a problem then iron it out
Bitch don't know my name
You better call me king or just sound it out
I'ma pass out paint to everybody that come round this roundabout
And if I don't know your budgеt, baby
Best believе I'm gonna find it out
Got a pretty little bitch that's chimin' in
Got an ugly little hoe that's chimin' out
I be looking so good I forgot what that sound about

[Verse 2]
Thought a nigga left but nah, he just went to the liquor store
Thought she gettin' her [?] pass that hoe a Corona though
"You 'posed to do dis for me!" Hoe, slow your roll
Acting like you know something 'bout me, bitch, you ain't been here before
Bitches broke down bad, had to go and reassemble a hoe
Got my toolbox, I'ma gon' head and tinker hoe
E-40 and his baby sister, had the sprinkle on 'em
And she said she love all my songs, I hit my jingles on her
Every time I do what I love, I get butterflies
Feelin' like Frankenstein, lighting bolt that make me come alive
Fluff, pull up baby girl, we bout to go to work
Go girl, it's your world but you better show your worth
All my niggas got style for days, you know we been berserk
They been got on the Prada shades off a braindead shirt
Bill nine hundred dollars in here, we ain't get dessert
Ain't even add the tip on there but it was worth it
Break a bitch back, she reimbursing
King like he Xerses, all your verses cursing
All your verses written in cursive
All your verses written in digital de blackberry
How you tough on the net, in real life you act scared?
Come here little bitch, let me pop that cherry
Sasquatch, yeti, boy I ain't that hairy
Uh, Westwood on my ring but I ain't married
Hoes and prose with my niggas, sharing is caring
Little bitch trying to act tough with me, your life ain't daring
I was on the block with killers and fiends, your life ain't barbaric
They ain't gon' miss you til' you gone, now they wanna treat you like a tribute

[Outro]
Being broke ain't a joke
Ain't shit cute
Being broke ain't a joke
Baby girl, ain't shit cute