Yea, I was riding around in a Ford Galaxie earlier today
That shit was fly
Look, good looks but she hate that I'm nonchalant
I heard banging at the door, I hope it's not the cops
They might bring a tank over, they might crash the spot
They looking for a kid, I heard that his man got shot
Twelve pulled me over said, "I heard you selling thots"
Did it on my own lil boy where's my fucking props
Na you see, that's your fucking problem
"Baby you a puzzle, I can never solve them"
Uh, yea baby, I'm tryna have cash like Mansa Musa
Jon Gotti ain't got shit on me
My words like Catullus, you heard?
