Baby Smoove - Floyd May lyrics

(Plug)
I got me another, I got
Uh-uh, Five-seveN

I got me another Five-seveN, I love F&N's
I put one, two, three shots in his head like Chance
Record a video in the dark, my diamonds still dance
I got five, ten, twenty pairs of Amiri pants
A hundred K in a brown bag when I leave out the bank
I got money, money, money, money like I'm Floyd May'
We got one rule when we shoot, try to hit his face
I had woke up with my bitch friend, shit, I blame the drank
She gon' make me miss it, I can't leave no witness
I'ma pull up Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa with an extension
I ride 'round with them ra-ra-ra-ra-racks, I know it's ignorant
In my cup it be that Wock'-Wock'-Wock'-Wock'-Wock', I ain't sippin' no Tristan
My friends on the other team, I ain't come to see the Pistons
Hunnid pints of Wock', I ain't gon' sell a line, boy I'm sippin'
I let a Cuban hold my piece 'cause I like the way they glisten
Hop out with a Drac' in broad day, nigga, like who's slippin'?
(Facts, facts)
Franchise shit
2020 AMG came with a facelift
Two-hundred some' shots when we pull up, bet you get hit
7:00 a.m., 8:00 a.m., 9:00 a.m., at four
I don't really give a fuck what time it is, I pour
She gon' treat my dick like my chain a mistletoe
If Aaliyah was alive, I'd be tryna rock her boat
The way this white girl give me head, it make me give racism hope
I know it's Christmas time, I might give you back your ho
I can't leave 'til I know you dead, fill 'em up with holes
I'm in my house and it's real big, you hear your echo (Yeah)

I'm so fuckin' rich, I'm a young rich bastard
Pussy-nigga mad, he gon' throw a temper tantrum