[Intro - Fotrill]
Who's MADMAX?
Let's Go
[Chorus - Fotrill]
Stuffin' a wood full of Indica, take that bitch straight to the face
Countin' up guap by the thousands, I can't do no minimum wage
Talkin' my shit on the mic, yeah I'm doin' it everyday
Speedin' down the 101 with a blunt in my mouth switchin' lanes
I hit the stage, grab the mic, do my thing with them racks in my pants
Get the money for the show, when I count it I'm doing my dance
What you spent up on that car, boy I got that shit right on my hand
Balenciaga for the kicks yeah you know that it cost me a band
[Verse 1 - Fotrill]
I'm with the gang, I'm with the mob
Don't wear Hugo, but they know I'm the boss
Rollie presidential, that's for my watch
Cuban links, I'm eatin', know what they cost?
Always stay winnin', can't take a loss
VVS diamonds, they ain't got no flaws
I'm in her mouth till I'm breakin' her jaws
Run to thе money, I ain't finna jog
Lil bitch, I'm ballin', call me LeBron
I gеt a pack, then I get that shit gone
Money come in and it's never gone stop
Floatin' on beats, man I got it on lock
Blow through a hunnid, I'm with my dogs
Outfit from Italy, even the socks
Smoke some gelato, then sit back and cough
Take off her top, now she givin' me top
Bitch, I'm on fire, I'm poppin' my shit
I been turnin' it up like 100 degrees
Covered in jewelry, my diamonds is bussin'
They all on my neck and my wrist and my rings
Next to the ocean, bitch I'm eatin' good
Need some floss for the lobster that's stuck in my teeth
I'm stackin' hunnids on hunnids on hunnids on hunnids, but this really nothin' to me
Only smokin' gas, I don't fuck with mid
Pockets filled, I gotta walk with a limp
Hit her from the back, put dick in her ribs
Couple tennis bracelets right 'round my wrist
Boy this flashin' light ain't takin' a pic
Solitaires, I got them shits in my fist
Cherry pie, I smoke that shit by the zip
Fuck with me cause I'm as real as it gets
Bitch
[Chorus - Fotrill]
Stuffin' a wood full of Indica, take that bitch straight to the face
Countin' up guap by the thousands, I can't do no minimum wage
Talkin' my shit on the mic, yeah I'm doin' it everyday
Speedin' down the 101 with a blunt in my mouth switchin' lanes
I hit the stage, grab the mic, do my thing with them racks in my pants
Get the money for the show, when I count it I'm doing my dance
What you spent up on that car, boy I got that shit right on my hand
Balenciaga for the kicks yeah you know that it cost me a band
[Verse 2 - Cartier Rod]
You know that it cost me a band
You know that Lil Rod be on all of the stages and turnin' up all of the fans
Sellin' out all on the road
Sellin' out all of the stands
They used to flag on me when I made plans
Now they eatin' dick without using hands
Now I'm up and all these bitches is fans
Now I'm up and they don't care 'bout they mans
Now I'm up and they let me in they pants
Give her dick and now that ho in a trance
Cut her off and now she goin' on rants
Wake up everyday and do what I wanna
Ten toes down, you know I keep it a hunna
One up on you, no I'm not like no other
I keep talkin' my shit, and I'm never gone stutter
[Chorus - Fotrill]
Stuffin' a wood full of Indica, take that bitch straight to the face
Countin' up guap by the thousands, I can't do no minimum wage
Talkin' my shit on the mic, yeah I'm doin' it everyday
Speedin' down the 101 with a blunt in my mouth switchin' lanes
I hit the stage, grab the mic, do my thing with them racks in my pants
Get the money for the show, when I count it I'm doing my dance
What you spent up on that car, boy I got that shit right on my hand
Balenciaga for the kicks yeah you know that it cost me a band
[Prod. JWOLF & MADMAX]
