this bitch cost a ticket

i dont talk dont needa

i dont trip i spend it

boy u gotta listen

boy u gotta listen up

u gotta stop bitchin

stop with all that cryin boy

i cant pay attention

but im always watchin ya

u should keep it simple

hunnids in my denims

stuffin these amiri jeans til them bitches fill

i could bless ur life i take my cup and let it spill

i talk to the money holdin them racks up to my ear

i talk to god about the cup yea thats fr

im with hunnid bags hunnid sticks in them hills

im with ur lil hoe give it out give it here

ion barely touch her want the neck thats fr

i jus smoke my dope roll it up keep it trill

ion barely touch her want the neck thats fr

ticket (p. i41 allslo4u)

wheressk