Dook

All this money on me Make me wanna poop Pull up to yo' crib in that Bentley coupe Hit the studio just to take a dook Run up to the streets with that fruit loop Pull up to yo' block to yo' fuckin' trap Run up with the stack with the fuckin' crap Gettin' fuckin' bread, gettin' fuckin' bands Pull up on yo' mans like I'm Peter Pan Fuckin' on yo' bitch fuckin on yo' thot Smokin' fuckin' rock, smokin' fuckin' crack Pull up in the back with a fuckin' strap Run up to yo' trap, bitch I'm fuckin' back Pull up with the beat, with the fuckin' beat Blicky on my hip, blicky on my shit Sticky on my side, sticky on my crip Bitch I'm a crip, I'm a fuckin' crip Pull up to yo' crib make me wanna poop All this fuckin' bread make me wanna poop Pull up to the studio, take a dook Hoppin' out the Bentley coupe