CARAMEL DYNAMITE

[Intro]
Let's go, baby
(Damn, Con, this shit sound crazy)

[Verse 1]
Started takin’ rap serious, now that bag different
This bitch is my shooter, that Chanel bag got my strap in it
Baby, you might have to boof these thirties if you slidin' with me
Matchin' Rollies comin’ for the gang 'cause they slidin' with me
We just left the beach, me and Skins and like five bitches
And they whippin' Audis, Porsches, Benzes, they don't drive Civics
One of 'em just let me smack her BoA for five digits
And she ain't want nothin', just to fuck and spend some time with me
Met Madonna at the club, tried to take me home with her
Say she want a young, fly amigo puttin’ that pole in her
I guess if you can’t beat 'em, then you gotta roll with ’em
Felt bubble, thousand-dollar Nikes, I'm a go-getter

[Interlude]
Dig? Dig? Dig? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let that bitch breathe (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
You dig? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2]
Started takin' rap serious, now these hoes barkin'
Bag your bitch in less amount of than my phone charges
Con just brought some girls from Medellín ’cause we both parce
She just took a look inside my robe, bitch say Versace (Say what?)
I don't know you, so I'm smackin' for the whole ticket
I like a bitch who on her business, she don't want friendship
Look at me, all these checkerboards like a damn Frenchman
Grew up drinkin' iced sugar water in them damn trenches
Life's good by the pool gettin' sun kisses
Cougar bitch, blonde, long hair, silicone titties
Them bitches bouncin' like that motherfuckin' bass hittin'
I know that you wish you fit these Js, but you can't, pimpin'

[Outro]
Dig? Dig? Dig? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let that bitch breathe (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
You dig? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)