Story Behind The Song

Funny song, making sure you don't leave anything behind

Lyrics

Pimp on the floor heard when I'm through the door
Your girls jaw is sore guess who's not on tour
You hit it raw yeah but I make her roar
You her drives on the floor me she come back for more
Don't get me wrong yeah you got her a phone
That she use to call me on telling me you not at home
And she?s all alone needing me to keep her warm
So I ride up on some chrome then she get her riding on
Get her off her knees cuz the whip I don't see
Stop as I'm about to leave forgot I parked behind some trees
Then I sheepishly go back and drop the keys
Thinking as I watch her teeth God does she ever breathe
I ain't stupid kid so as she remove her lips
Tell her like a waiter chick don't forget to get the tip
Ain't advising this when she's finished what she did
I'm getting out the crib thinking as I start to dip

chorus: I got my Nikes (check) my mic (check)
Enough money in the bank to write (checks)
New clothes (check) Ill flows (check)
Don't believe the boy you can go (check) (2x)

Most niggaz think they big cuz they shop for sprees
I'm overseas on vacation shopping sprees
Buying up property like its monopoly
Don't be mad my life's how you want yours to be
Of course it's me when you see that money green
Anything pop up outlined in cream
Mine the team what your life like
I don't know about yours cousin but mines a dream
While y'all outside selling dimes and nicks
I'm inside getting neck from some dimes who be on my dick
Klassic you so funny you so crazy
My life's like drowned mashed potatoes baby it's all gravy
Pimp your lady slide through in the whip on eighty
Make her send half your checks to some kids in Haiti
And I'm waiting anybody think they hating
Ain't getting heard like deaf people conversating

Chorus 2x

Went from coke, macaroni and cheese
Now I'm floating on my own boat sipping red wine with cheese
Wintertime coats too thin I used to always sneeze
Now I change climates below eighty degrees
Eighty degrees negro please
All right all right I'm only playing sixty degrees
I'm looking at me as I'm whipping a V
1-2 whose door ain't needing a key
Girl at my side who's really clutching her chest
Like Kev I lost my breath where you made that last left
And I'm still impressed as she's putting on her dress
How my leather seats get more butter love than next
It's that Block Gang set y'all can place y'all bets
But Wage got this rap thing locked next
So don't you worry about whats on deck
Just know that raps off our list like check

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