Scooch - Where Do I Start? Lyrics

Too much on my mind, too many people on my dick
I stay on my grind, boy I'm really with the shits
Picked up the zip then I dipped in my whip
Pulled up so slick you'd think Rick slipped in some shit, uh
Man it feels so good to ball, hundred dollar draws just to hold my balls
Pulled up in the coat, they said "oh my god"
My celly ring, ring, ring, why your bitch always call?
Let me talk about my wrist watch, it don't tick tock
Y'all got this shit backwards, like criss cross
See my pockets got fatter, like Rick Ross
But, motherf*ckers still wanna talk to me about some hip-hop
So, hip-hop hooray, that shit won't die today
Peep the resume, I'm paid all kinds of ways, uh
I know bars don't sell this day in age, but I push it anyway
And it's Well Versed 'till the grave bitch