(Wheezy outta here)
Whoa, whoa (808 Mafia), whoa, whoa (whoa), whoa (whoa), ski (ski)
Wide body on the Lambo' kit
Wide body, whoa-whoa (whoa)
Wide body on the Lambo' kit (slatt, slatt)
Wide body, whoa (slatty, whoa, whoa)
Feel like fuckin' these rackies off
Your ho fuckin' a rapper (whoa, whoa)
Your ho been fuckin' a trapper
Your ho been fuckin' a trapper
I don't get into the chatter, huh
Pimpin' ain't dead, they cappin'
She worship a nigga, I'm havin' it
Ask me how it feel, tycoon
Too many hundreds, can't fit in the room
Blue room (shh), he gone off balloon
Went past the trenches and went to the moon
Givenchy, Givenchy from 2002
Pretty lil' model run straight through the crew
Jumpin' in Prada, bitch tyin' my shoe
Take off her mink on the Patek, she GOATed
That throat is a GOAT, you know how it go
Charge them hos a fee (whoa)
Charge them hos a fee (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Charge them hos a fee (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Charge them hos a fee
Charge them hos a fee
Charge them hos a fee (whoa, whoa)
Charge them hos a fee (whoa, whoa)
Charge them hos (whoo, whoa)
Whoa
Landin' off (rrr)
Uh
Uh
Wrapped 'round her arm, uh-uh
Uh, whoa, whoa
Uh, uh
Big park, hey, whoa-whoa
Charge them hos a fee
Charge them hos a fee (charge, charge)
Charge them hos a fee (charge)
Charge them hos, whoa (charge)
Thumb through dog shit, yeah, thumb through dog shit
Thumb through chicken shit, yeah, thumb through cow shit
Charge them hos a fee (whoa)
Charge them hos a fee (charge, charge)
Charge them hos a fee (charge)
Charge them hos, whoa (charge)
Thumb through horse shit, yeah, thumb through horse shit
Poppin' mad shit, yeah, poppin' mad shit (drivin' through the city, lookin' for a Henxhman, hah, charge)
Drivin' through the city, lookin' for a what?
I'll put his head in the bag (hah)
I stay blammin' (hah), yeah, that's me
But he don't know I got a mask (hah)
Gen5 came with the TEC (hah)
New Gen5 with the tags (ah)
I was born ready, ho, red flag (hah)
It was already up, it been there (hah, hah)
All my hos on the Roxies (hah, hah, hah, hah)
All my hos on the Roxies (hah, hah)
All my hos on the Roxies (hah, hah)
Jump out the coupe, I'ma hit 'em, I dead 'em
All of these hundreds, can't believe I'm a felon
There go my shooter, you know I'm rebellin' (schyeah, schyeah)
Call up my vibe, she handle my weapon (schyeah, schyeah, schyeah, schyeah)
Charge my ho a fee (whoa)
Charge my ho a (whoa, whoa)
Charge my ho a fee (schyeah)
Charge my ho a fee (yeah, yeah)
Charge my ho a fee (yeah, yeah)
Charge my ho a (yeah, yeah, schyeah)
Charge my ho a fee (schyeah)
Yeah, ain't talkin' publishin' (hah, hah), I paid the dues with my G's (straight up)
Hermès trays and Cartier sprays, I got a whole case for the plane (whoa)
Ain't no budget, I'm buggin', David say, "You spent 12 million on the stage just to rage" (hah, hah)
That's just play money, ain't even playin', still remain, I'm Blocka La Flame (hah, hah)
Ain't chargin' the game, I'm chargin' that ho a fee (it's lit)
Charge them hos a fee
Charge them hos a fee (charge, charge, yeah)
Charge them hos a fee (charge)
Charge them hos, whoa (charge)
Thumb through dog shit, yeah, thumb through dog shit
Thumb through chicken shit, yeah, thumb through cow shit
Charge them hos a fee (whoa)
Charge them hos a fee (charge, charge)
Charge them hos a fee (charge)
Charge them hos, whoa (charge)
Thumb through horse shit, yeah, thumb through horse shit
Poppin' mad shit, yeah, poppin' mad shit
