I pour up a lot, past, present, future Syrup and sprite, turn that shit fuschia Hawaiian Punch, Alo-hallelujah.

Open my heart to you when you lock yourself out.

I had to leave that ho alone and get my mind right I had to go talk to my friends, I had to find Christ Lord I had to, open up my eyes and find light I was so green and all she wanted was that limelight Lord I, was so blinded by her highlights.

Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence I'm fuckin' her mind.

Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no times to play games with 'em I ain't got no time.

Suck a nigga dick for a iPhone 6.

When you get to where the fuck I'm at You gotta remind 'em about where you been About all of the money that done came and went About the two cents I ain't never spent

I never fucked Nicki and that's fucked up If I did fuck she'd be fucked up.

Yeah, I got my mind right, my money right, my head on my shoulder.

These niggas talking that beef shit, we'll check into it like the room cheap.