Five Dollar Bowl

My bitch no she don't give in
But your bitch she don't put out
I put her back in the Benz
Then parking lot to the couch
The wind gon' come through the hair
And windows down for the clouds
I pack it in when we there
Then plow her for the count
Now she gon' pull up right der
Or whatever I pretend to pull up in she aware
The body guards make her scared
So she gon' pull up my chair
And wherever she go I'm there
She go to call up the feds
I call the shotty instead
I'm mister Bugatti to friends of Barbie's
Bad bitches and kens don't hardly know shit
Bout her friends but I know blonde got the sins
They calling lean for the rent
She falling deep in their dents
The mommy's creeping again
So plastic it bleeds with a bend

Your freaky little thingy
I do not want your henny
I'm dieting my belly
It's sort of overselling
My appetite of candy
I may go get some Brandi
No drinking but the babe see
Bandos from the banking

Five bowl dollar bowl
Pack the greens
To send me home
My eyes are so tired
Is this really green gold?

I be coursing Through my soul
You're abusing Your parole
I am now guarding my goal
Grab your piggy bank I stole
A little dollar from the hole

I pick a fight with everyone
This shit's so easy fuck a lung
I'm breathing wheezing talk like duck
I'm fairly creeping north of them
I'm southbound at the creatures crib
I'm making Demons grin and then
I confront them with sins repent

Your freaky little thingy
I do not want your henny
I'm dieting my belly
It's sort of overselling
My appetite of candy
I may go get some Brandi
No drinking but the babe see
Bandos from the banking