Smoking up a bet Yah I want that check 50 in my Benz Need a hundred grand Spend it make it back Boy don’t got that swag And we’re flipping PLEASURE That’s a hundred RASH Flipping and pulling a chip on your bitching I ain’t gonna tag that I don’t want nothing to do with a man who falls for that fast You’re talking your shit, you’re running your mouth but you can’t play I hid it in the dash, but don’t give a damn what you have to say