Lyrics: May be a little invalid, did them by ear because no one has them yet. Lyrics: What, what, what, what... I'm gonna pop some tags Only got 20 dollars in my pocket I, I, I'm hunting, lookin' for a come-up This is fucking awesome. Walk into the club like what up, I got a big cock I'm so pumped, I bought some shit from a thrift shop Ice in the fridge is so damn frosty, The people like "damn, that's a cold ass honkey" Rollin' in hella deep, headed to the mezzanine Dressed in all pink, except my gator shoes, those are green. Draped in a leopard mink girls standin' next to me Probably should have washed this, it smells like R. Kelly's sheets Pissssssssssssss. But shit, it was 99 cents. If I get caught in it, washin' it, 'Bout to go and get some compliments passin' off in those moccasins Someone else has been walkin' 'em, but me and grungie fuckin' 'em I am stuck in a closet and savin' my money And I'm hella happy, that's a bargain, bitch. Imma take it grandpa style, imma take it grandpa style, No, for real I asked your grandpa, can I have his hand-me-downs? The lord's jump suit and some house slippers, Doukie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'. They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard I bought a ski blanket, then I bought a knee board Hello, hello, my ace man, my mello John Wayne ain't got nothing on my friends game, Hello! I can take some pro wings make 'em cool, sell those The sneaker heads will be like "Ah, he got the Velcro" I'm gonna pop some ...
