Gouda (feat. Baby Bash)

I'm rip'n and I'm run’ man I'm all in the wind.

If I could do it over I’d just do it again.

I'm lamp'n and I'm leaning like I'm half past ten.

I want my money no matter how far back that's been.

Stack that Yen. I scrape, scratch and rake racks.

I’m boss'n for the butter like a beast in a cage match.

I'm come’n for that issue and I'm flip'n it twice.

I'm tax'n all that action and I'm fix'n the price.

I'm dip'n and I'm crawl'n and I'm chunk'n the deuce.

I'm sip'n and I'm stall'n like it's nothing to lose.

I jump in the coupe. I'm up on the loop.

I'm swang'n and I'm swerve'n and I'm bump'n the screw.

I gotta cup with a two. I got that ice with a sprite.

I be go'n and they say I'm nothing nice on the Mic.

I'm throw'n dice on a flight. I'm gone in the breeze.

I'm get'n all the gouda now I'm long on my cheese.

I’m wake’n and I’m bake’n and I’m shake’n the fake.

Lotta weenies in this game and they be hate’n the steak.

Bitch make me a plate. I need it all in my tummy.

You ain’t talk’n ‘bout shit if you ain’t talk’n ‘bout money.

If you ain’t talk’n ‘bout dinero man I’m deaf and I’m blind.

I’m ride’n though in the Camaro middle finger’s my sign.

‘Cuz I was stuck on the grind. It paid off in the end.

Now I’m tour’n ‘round the world. Stooie, Angel and Grimm.

Grimm, Angel and Stooie. The six packs of the Louie.

And everybody look’n at us ‘cuz my girl got some booty.

Steady try’n to figure out if it’s real or it’s fake.

But it really don’t matter. I put it all on my face.

She got that platinum punana and I’m a piranha.

Put some heels on her feet and she gon’ shake it for dolla.

And then we gone in the wind. Feel’n the breeze.

I’m get’n all the gouda now I’m long on my cheese.