Circles on Figueroa St.

Yeah

I am him and not them, though

Bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?

The one and not the two, though, yeah

You know how that shit go, man

1900

IAMM, what up nigga

J up in this motherfucker

Look, ay

Ay, fast cars in the fast lanes, baby, buss down

Miami and them DC trips, we do touchdowns

I could put my balls in her mouth 'cause I'm up now

Went and put diamonds on my wrist, she wanna fuck now

Hoppin' out with thousand-dollar jeans, this a 'Rari

Spinning circles on Figueroa, tell her, "Call me"

Geekin', I done came in with a .40 in the party

My dreadheads blowing big pot, Bob Marley

I could make a skinny bitch outtrap a thick ho

Let me in the Bay, I get love around that 'frisco

You'll find her down and around until that bitch blow

I'ma pour a four, get some money, then I get mo'

These bitches know my name and these niggas know my status

You my bitch, I'll fuck you in the kitchen or the mattress

I'm in New York shopping out here, tryna pick some fashion

Get off all in yo' shit, like "Nigga, why you laughing?"

In a spaceship riding big whips, this a hunnid grand

I'm in Hollywood sweatin' bitches, shoutout Hunnit Grand

If you don't got no money, nah, bitch, I am not yo' man

If you don't got no gun, you a gangsta, I am not yo' friend

Bad bitch, everything she wearing is Dior

Five pints of lean, baby bottles on the floor

I'm a trophy, niggas want to knock me off and up the score

I've been busy bussin' down, nigga go and check the board

Yeah, like, you know

I just wanna whisper in yo' ear then disappear, baby

You know what I'm saying?

You know what I'm saying?

You know I really take you from here to there, though

Ay, fast cars in the fast lanes, baby buss down

Miami and them DC trips, we do touchdowns

I could put my balls in her mouth 'cause I'm up now

Went and put diamonds on my wrist, she wanna fuck now

Hoppin' out with thousand-dollar jeans, this a 'Rari

Spinning circles on Figueroa, tell her, "Call me"

Geekin', I done came in with a 40 in the party

My dreadheads blowing big pot, Bob Marley

I kick out, I don't kick those, that's a Benj note

Hanging out, dining with the pimps at Del Frisco's

White teeth watching how my neck and my wrist glow

I don't even call or break a sweat when the bitch blow

Double R's and 'Raris out here acting like I'm Gotti

Talkin' 'bout can she work? Can I work, and who gon' stop me?

Kept it P when I served him for the bitch, he wanna pop me

I put bitches on the track and do shows at the Roxy

I blow big dough in a big Benz, not a 64

Got yo' ass living outta rooms, you should get ghost

I done did it all around this bitch I'm like big bro

The bitch came with a thousand dollars, I'm like get mo'

West LA nigga on my cross country shit

I'ma drop her off to you, when I'm done with the bitch

Walk her down, sweat her from the nine to the six

You can't name another rapper that be really in the mix

Ay, fast cars in the fast lanes, baby buss down

Miami and them DC trips, we do touchdowns

I could put my balls in her mouth 'cause I'm up now

Went and put diamonds on my wrist, she wanna fuck now

Hoppin' out with thousand-dollar jeans, this a 'Rari

Spinning circles on Figueroa, tell her, "Call me"

Geekin', I done came in with a .40 in the party

My dreadheads blowing big pot, Bob Marley

You know, what she do for me she might not do for you

You know what I'm sayin'?

You know them hos tired of living in rooms, man

She want a roof over her head and be comfortable in bed, man

But you got the people waking her up at 11 and shit for checkout

Like, them hos get tired of that shit, man

You know, she wanna choose a boss, man

'Cause she real lost