(Yung Lan on the track) Exotic, exotic, exotic (James about that check, boy) Exotic, exotic Exotic, exotic, exotic Exotic, exotic, exotic Exotic, exotic, exotic Exotic, exotic, exotic
I be at home alone, I be seein' all the spirits of my dead homies All these blue hundreds all these twenties, nigga got dead homies I was dead wrong when I hit my plug But a nigga went broke so I took the nigga bud They don't wanna help you out they don't wanna see you grow up Always selling out of gas, I can never sell enough I be lustin' for your body, we can never fuck enough Lost a couple partners to the federal employees Baby, I'm a boss, how the fuck can you employ me? I ain't had no money, that condition, it was temporary Hit her from the back, I ain't tryna do no missionary I can see the M's so I'm feelin' like a visionary All these big words, damn, they think I read the dictionary Damn, her body too crazy, new coupe 280 Lil Gotit, Hood Baby (Woo) Christian Loubs on my feet, yeah, them multicolor new joints When you in the trap, boy, you better be on point If you come with a group, I'm killin' your homeboy Nothin' but foreigns be in my envoy Undisputed champ, nigga, like I'm P Troy Bought my bitch a G-Wagen, she so appreciative Told my lazy partner, "Go and get you some initiative" Nosy-ass bitch, why the fuck you so inquisitive? I just talked to Ralo on the phone, I'ma visit him Don't pull up to the trap unannounced, no visitors I don't know where your lips been, girl, no kissin' ya I'ma unzip these Amiris, all this dick in 'em She don't need a shovel, I can tell that she diggin' me Showed him twenty bands and the driver said, "You blessed me" Told my old lady, "Shut the hell up, don't stress me" Open up the Lambo' door for chivalry Lil' nigga, they don't want smoke like hickory Roof disappear on the coupe, it's a mystery She ain't got a stomach no more, the doctor handled that I'ma put 'em up myself, I'ma handle that 85 racks in the Louis V fanny pack Chillin' in the trap with the pound playin' Piddy Pat
Whole load of Runtz straight from the manufacturer I'ma crack a bitch back just like a chiropractor I just bought five acres, I just purchased me a tractor Whole lot of bad hoes find me attractive I just want to travel 'round the worldwide atlas I don't wanna be famous, nigga might quit rappin' Punch ya in the mouth, lil' nigga, quit yackin' Everything designer, I ain't talkin' 'bout graphics Stuffin' exotic in a dark brown package I'ma have a bad bitch receive it and grab it Lone wolf nigga, I don't trust these maggots Go and get some money, be a man, quit slackin' (Woo) Jumped off the porch, then had to make it happen Just like a turtle, yeah, nigga be snappin' Read these niggas, I feel telepathic