It's so many keys on the chain, that's why I can't drive too much (too much, too much)
There's way too much mudd in my pint, it got me feeling like I'm stuck (oh yeah, oh yeah)
He always talk about my pockets and he ain't ever make a buck (a buck)
So much paper in my pocket, I feel like I could write a book
Yeah, threw too many bands in the club and now she wanna back it up, yeah (woo)
They say I'm on too many drugs, but I ain't ever pop enough, yeah
I'm in the back of the maybach, no tint but the curtains stay up, yeah
On the other hand I got a bad lil bitch like Hillary-
It's so many keys on the chain, that's why I can't drive too much (too much, too much)
There's way too much mudd in my pint, it got me feeling like I'm stuck (oh yeah, oh yeah)
He always talk about my pockets and he ain't ever make a buck (a buck)
So much paper in my pocket, I feel like I could write a book
Yeah, threw too many bands in the club and now she wanna back it up, yeah (woo)
They say I'm on too many drugs, but I ain't ever pop enough, yeah
I'm in the back of the maybach, no tint but the curtains stay up, yeah
On the other hand I got a bad lil bitch like Hillary Duff
She a bad lil hoe (oh no, oh no)
She a bad lil hoe (let's go, let's go)
She a bad lil hoe off the drugs she be touching her toes
She wanna f*ck wit the plug, she livin' the drugs so she putting shit in her nose
I feel like she love me too much, she get to the crib and she keep on pullin' on my clothes
And I gotta get out the crib and get me some money so I keep on tellin' her no
(No, no, no)
I been on crazy shit, everything I'm doin' been goin' gold
Bitch you gotta pay me first, if you wanna see my ass in a show, uh huh
And my wrist on froze, I took his hoe and put dick her throat
She spin that ass around just like a globe
I'm doin' shit that they never gon' know
(Yeah, shhh)
It's boutta be Fourth of July and the reason that I'm sparking my pole
And she started f*ckin' with Ty, I cut her off I got too many hoes
Uh, give a f*ck bout the fourth, that's my day
Fast as f*ck in the cat, but I'm slow off the wok, bitch I almost crashed out on the highway
Ty got beef then I'm outside shootin' shit, no slave I'm doin' what Ty say
Me and Ty, we like Ferb and Phineas, we in the area f*ck up the tristate
Ain't texting no bitch back if you ain't my hoe, lil bitch get the f*ck outta my face
I called my bitch back, like where did you go
I caught a body like nobody know
White bitch on my body I'm covered in snow
I light it up in this bitch like a strobe
I'm off these drugs it's be f*ckin' me up, but that's the only way I cope
I got my bitch and I'm hitting that shit from the back
Swinging shit like Bebo in the pros
She finna jump on the dick like a pogo
A-G-U up on the shirt, spilt wok on my shit, damn near almost f*cked up the promo
Shot up a white boy, f*ck with my bread
Got shots at his head, turn that boy to a snow cone
Made a hunnid off gas, I'm movin' it fast
I been selling shit, moving shit like Sunoco
Spanish nigga he dead, now he seein' red
That boy on the floor, and that boy seein' rojo
Damn, I put like 3 thick hoes in a four door, jeep
Trackhawk burning the pavement but you cannot take no photos, huh she
Tell me I'm fire, they callin' me ty-ty-Tyler Komodo
Huh, yeah
I'm selling brick by brick, breaking the trap down kicking shit like a dojo
White plug Ty, huh, he pushin' P's in a cardigan
Bebo just jumped on the wave, but Ty is that nigga who started it
So-so-It's so many keys on the chain, that's why I can't drive too much (too much, too much)
There's way too much mudd in my pint, it got me feeling like I'm stuck (oh yeah, oh yeah)
He always talk about my pockets and he ain't ever make a buck (a buck)
So much paper in my pocket, I feel like I could write a book
Yeah, threw too many bands in the club and now she wanna back it up, yeah (woo)
They say I'm on too many drugs, but I ain't ever pop enough, yeah
I'm in the back of the maybach, no tint but the curtains stay up, yeah
On the other hand I got a bad lil bitch like Hillary Duff