Wallstreet

Some bitch give me neck in a back street back seat
Money like the wolf of the wall street
My face full of ass cheeks, blast beats
Pull up with the mac-10 - oh shit, don't shoot
I'm alone in the bathroom wrists slit, I quit
Spend 100k on my outfit
Spend 100k on my outfit
Spend 100k on my outfit

My Rolex it shine like the sun
I'm fucking a bitch with a gun
I wake up the morning and smoke 100 blunts
And I'm doing it all just for fun

If I pull up you best run
I turn a bad bitch to a nun
I'm stuntin' and flexing you loser ass bitches
Just stand in the corner like umm

My life is a movie it play in the theater
Bitch giving head in a two seater skeet on her
Bitch doesn't know that I cheat on her sweet of her
Got couple bitches in the backseat here

Chain got me froze
Bitches they hoes
My wrist d rose
My shootas 10 toes

I got powder all over my face
Cocaine hittin' me like the mace
I'm swerving a foreign all over the street
So I'm driving like I'm in a race
Dufflebag pull up to chase
I'm walking straight into their safe
I withdraw a quarter mil cash in a bag
Then bounce 'cause I'm buying a wraith

Sawed-off I'm liking it shorter
Importer
Her pussy taste like it's a handful of quarters

I’m movin' cocaine cross the boarder
Exporter
A hundred bricks stuffed the back of my explorer

I'm dripping so much let the rainfall
Eight ball
Making the moves like I'm U-Haul

If a bitch pussy stank it's a no go
No hoe I ain't eating that shit no more