[verse, wavy]
She looking my way so I know that she dig it
play D till she see it she couldn’t resist it
I shoot my shot and you know I won’t miss it
smash then I run, ain’t no fun with these bitches
I’m about to run up some digits
They short on they funds like some midgets
Yam handlin’ dill pickers don’t mind they business
cookin this up like a chemist
[chorus, smooth]
I move a mile a minute yeah
I get that cash then I spend it yeah
I hit your block then I spin it yeah
I’m bawling pregame no scrimmage
Ain’t got No limit I win at the finish, she ain’t got no blemish yeah
And did I mention? niggas so broke that they can’t pay attention yeah
[verse]
I can tell you, but can’t understand it for you. Do you get it?
She wants some D so she asked me to ship it
got a big package don’t think I can fit it
2 cups crushed ice and I sip it
Respect my Pimpin I’m bawling like Pippin still tipping foe foes woodgrain whippin
[chorus, smooth]
And I move a mile a minute yeah
I get that cash then I spend it yeah
I hit your block then I spin it yeah
I’m bawling pregame no scrimmage yeah
Ain’t got No limit I win at the finish, she ain’t got no blemish yeah
And did I mention? niggas so broke that they can’t pay attention yeah