[Hook: Carmine]
We get it popping in this shit
All these pretty girls, a bunch of options in this bitch
And uh, ay, Ain't no stopping in this shit
I been broke for so long 'bout to profit in this bitch
And uh, ay, what's up, what's up
Yea, what's up, what's up
Ay, what's up, what's up
Yea, what's up, what's up
[Verse 1: Carmine]
And it go like
Andre 3 thou and the cheapest decent bottle of Andre we found
Cause you gotta start somewhere
I'm at the bottom of this shit so I load this cd and take a sip
And I got one problem, I ain't rich
So I'm looking for answers, answer this
How they fit them umbrellas in the doors of the Phantom bitch
Ain't no telling
When they make it rain and I'm out here drowning in bills like I hate my mailman
So real
But I'm nip-tucking this shit when I pull the plastic out
Her heels
Cost about 450 and she paid 'em off with her fucking mouth
Go, put your foot in your mouth
Don't cook in your house, put cooks in your house
Try'na live large, like, diabetics, what your arm like
Them track marks, feel the high
Them kush clouds in the sky
I rather get a hundred thousand whip
Stumble and trip to an island, that you can't pronounce or even sound out
Without some foreign lips, foreign plates
Yea, you like that body, don't I got some gorgeous taste
Pour it up, put a little in
For Bill Withers and these middle men
Ain't nothing but halfway crooks
Ain't a such thing as halfway booked
So show me that money
[Hook: Carmine]
We get it popping in this shit
All these pretty girls, a bunch of options in this bitch
And uh, ay, Ain't no stopping in this shit
I been broke for so long 'bout to profit in this bitch
And uh, ay, what's up, what's up
Yea, what's up, what's up
Ay, what's up, what's up
Yea, what's up, what's u
[Verse 2: Carmine]
I said, millions of dollars, six zeros like
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I know, betting with god like, "Hell if I don't"
One bitch in economy, one bitch back in coach
And the only problem I can think of is not filling these quotes
I lost my bag and I lost my mind, on the same fucking airline
With that chain tucked in your fine but I'll wear my out like the tires
On a four door whip with a choir in the back seat singing my shit
It sound good, I sound rich
And I should, Ain't that a bitch
Well marry that ho', bury those feelings
Where that ceiling go?
I better drive slow before I lose it all
Make it back ten-fold, tint on the windows
Looking like night in this bitch, twice in this bitch
Try'na double up like Sprite in this shit
Cool enough without the ice in this shit
We gon' go, yea, she gon' come
It's about to blow, she gon' need her lungs
Before I'm out the door, I'ma need my funds
Man, fuck a deal, change the sheets and run
I'ma make the most out of
Late payments
Spent that money on Moët and flight arrangements
Two dots over the E, how much
Umlaut, better bring your stock
[Hook: Carmine]
We get it popping in this shit
All these pretty girls, a bunch of options in this bitch
And uh, ay, Ain't no stopping in this shit
I been broke for so long 'bout to profit in this bitch
And uh, ay, what's up, what's up
Yea, what's up, what's up
Ay, what's up, what's up
Yea, what's up, what's u
