CRISS ANGEL

Hop in my coupe and follow me
Armor Squad bitch, yea they copy me
(?) she in love with me
I light this fucking blunt, so I can't fucking see

Watch it, pull up and we drop shit
If you want this smoke, all my niggas fucking on it
I don't fuck with bitches, they just like to smoke my chronic
And you know I'm getting money, I can't fucking stop it

I'm a popstar, that's why they hate me
I be getting money and you know I just want the gravy
Yes, I am that nigga that'll take that bitch (?)
And she see my money, so you know that she be faking

They follow me and they wanna be
Something that they can't, so they (?)
Stack money to the roof, that's (?)
She like my bank account, she just wanna see

Pull up in a black jeep, I got my fucking 30
They ask what's in my cup, stupid bitchеs, just some dirty
When I had no money, all thеse bitches, they's would curve me
Now I stack this money, so these bitches wanna herd me

You can (?), as long as I got this money
And I don't need a bitch, I just need to sip this muddy
These niggas acting friendly, but we ain't no all buddy buddy
Laughing to the bank, all these niggas looking funny

Hop in my coupe and follow me
Armor Squad bitch, yea they copy me
(?) she in love with me
I light this fucking blunt, so I can't fucking see

Watch it, pull up and we drop shit
If you want this smoke, all my niggas fucking on it
I don't fuck with bitches, they just like to smoke my chronic
And you know I'm getting money, I can't fucking stop it