Zooted Up

Ay ay ay ay yeah whoa whoa
Ay

I'm the money man
Right wrist a hundred bands
Left wrist two hundred please
Bagging hoes, my expertise
Yeah you looking good
But you lookin better on your knees
When I drop the top
I press the button on my Bentley keys (ay)
Double G (yuh) tats all on my sleeve (yuh)
She don't wanna leave (yuh)
Let me sleep in peace (yuh)
My nigga's rob big B's
Like they little tee's (yuh)

Never solo in the cut, I be toted up (ay)
Told my bitch "drop out of school
I could hold you up" (ay)
Keep on running that lil' mouth
We gon' fold you up (ay)
Bitch we booted up (ay)
Talking zooted up (ay)

Them lil dogs don't want shit
With this Bentley coupe (skrt)
Got your bitch in the back
Hit the booty dude (ay)
She off a perc or two (ay)
I'm finna work a move (ay)
Keep a five, when I slide
Shout out to the drive (skrt skrt skrt)
Call out, call out J, when it's time to ride
(gang gang)
Keep a four-five, keep a four-five (ay)
Dripping sticky icky, just like a bee hive
(ay) and I might cop a crib by the seaside
(fo real)

Never solo in the cut, I be toted up (ay)
Told my bitch, "drop out of school
I could hold you up" (ay)
Keep on running that lil' mouth
We gon' fold you up (pussy)
Bitch we booted up (ay)
Talking zooted up (ay)