'95

Yeah This that Cherry 95 shit (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) This that Cherry 95 shit (Yeah) (Yeah) See I just left the car wash My shit looking glossy as hell You sliding with a G Now yo ass looking bossy as hell Kelis with yo pictures I'm Smelling good I just popped the Chanel The Bleu on my fabric It match the dollars, I profited well Never seen Harvard or Yale Nigga never seen a JUCO But I'm saucy as hell That's why I dip like this Them label owners hit me up Because my pen like this Self made real nigga They ain't built like this See I been building all these equity Nigga ain't no checking me Once that check clear I'm feeling player, Bill Belamy A nigga keep on cooking all these hits Like what's the recipe 95 drop on PCH It's feeling heavenly God must of touched em These hoes and these niggas On my mama I can't trust It's middle finger fuck em Used to ride buckets (yeah) Now I buy buckets (yeah) Turn em into classics like Xzibit They can't touch me (Yeah) I see these niggas always hating on me But every time I'm bouta drop These niggas waiting on me Give you old school game like a Sega on me No matter how much bread I touch I'll never play the homie And niggas know That we live by these codes, It's always up I'm hustler baby 1-800-we getting bucks You can call it what you want But niggas can't call it luck Cause we got it out the mud Like homie hooked to a truck (yeah) Double S, Ima representer Real niggas feel this shit From summer time to mid December Top off balling Like I practice at the staples center 5 star plates While a nigga count this cake for dinner This that Cherry 95 shit (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) This that Cherry 95 shit (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah)