[Verse 1: Tris J]
On a long a** roll like an eight foot bike
Mike rollin' up a plane trynna make that flight
The skinny n***a of the year celebrate that twice
Give me the whole damn cake, I don't want no slice
I got these hoes stickin' to me like white on rice
Had a blind b**h say she seen me last night
The Tris man on point like two red dice
Say I can't hit 10, told em bet they life
I break em off, take it all must be my night
Heavy heavy n***a there, left that b**h light
Said I've been gone all day and she done called like twice
Want me to own that p**y, thinkin' I just might
They say why your b**h so bad and that a** so nice?
Cause I sound damn good and my flow too tight
Who lie
f** more than one n***as wife
And f**ed up more than one n***as life
[Hook: Sir Michael Rocks] [x2]
This a free GED
Gettin' Every Dollar bro
Its a go its a go
Everybody wanna know
Where the cheese, where the ski
Cause you know its gotta snow
Yeah ho
Bad hoes know where the bands go
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
I woke up from a dream of me and the team
Touchin' cream like a scene from a drug movie
Was playin' clean till I seen you need a machine
I swear to watch the money move is like d** to me
Poppin' up in that Porsche ho, thick b**h no torso
Just cakey, that pastry, that ooshie gooshie, I can't see my hands
Just me and my mans
In the strip club throwin' money call it battle of the bands
And I'm throwin' up a prayer I'll be happy when it lands
And a relationship with two, not sure exactly where I stand
I'm in love with the mozzie, but attracted to the lamb
Both hands on the wheel while I'm backin' out the jam
You wish you had the d** we on
A real n***a in the flesh b**h, blood and bones
We goin' in, goin' hard, when we goin' its on
Take it down a notch, lower your tone
When your talkin' bout us...
[Hook x2]