Scottie 2 Hottie

[Verse 1: KEY!]
NAACP, can't no bitch excite me
I need a Rolex, no Breitling, if them people spot me
I call for god for lightning, I'm going hard and your pockets hurt
I see why you don't like me, I see why you don't, uh
Clicquot, Enrico, I'm all about them C-notes
Your main ho a "fall-see-toe", Falsetto, Falsetto
All my work correct though, shout out my connect though
I swear I breathe the best smoke, some my tree from the deck though
Can't cop no weed at Texaco, some of these niggas still stressing though
I'mma teach them my lesson though, I teach them my lesson though
Popped a bean, popped, popped, a bean
Aye, popped a bean, popped, popped, a bean
Ho

[Verse 2: Curtis Williams]
I just got a pack, tell my bitch, "roll it"
Tryna' stack that paper to the point where it's not folding
Can't no nigga do like me, Vodka straight, no chaser
Only after that paper, but them fuck niggas still hating
Two-9 to that grave dirt, smoked out 'til my chest hurt
Good weed in my Dutch, red box on my t-shirt, uh
Niggas pocket watching, too much to count
That checkered flag waving when I come around
Yeah, it's waving when I come around
If your bitch ain't at the crib, that mean she came around
Yeah, that mean she came around
And that checkered flag waving when I come around