[Verse 1: Michael] Damn baby call me Mikey Rocks I hop in the coupe Later on tryna see what's poppin witchu And you know you saw them dollars I threw I'm talking damn near two bands Wanna get this paper girl don't stand there, you dance She bust it open she shakin it and she standing on her hands I love life but I don't love these hoes Swisher sweets man that's all I roll Steady mobbin and the only problem when you young, ballin and you on a roll Lookin for that 2+ me Goin in on the mic like tony kukoc iii She said this is probably somethin we should keep low key But see you tryna see the view and tryna see yo suite Man the elevator keep goin up and it's goin down Headin up to the top floor, there's more bottles to go around I seen your pictures all over town, take it off and then drop it slow Make her shake it I break the bank and you see how far that doctor go Just don't try to stop the show...
[Hook:] With all them badass friends you be thinking you a 10 but you a 8 (You a 8) Now that's great (that's great) Girl I know that you a star and I see you goin hard for the cake (For the cake) Now that's great (that's great) Got a room full of hoes and they said we can put em on tape (On tape) Now that's great (that's great) With all them badass friends you be thinking you a 10 but you a 8 (You a 8) Now that's great (that's great)
[Verse 2: Casey] She'll probably never let me go, my chick always want me back Running fast around that track, but we never overlap Take your clothes off girl, this my world I'll show you how to act Peas N Carrots on her?, oh man I probably throw a stack Had her laying on her back, she was rubbing on my cack Had a dream that my girl a stripper you should run it back Up in bed throwing it back like a ufc match Had that ass tryna tap, wonder how long it's gon' last She said "Casey you that nigga, always said you was gon' rap And you got that shit done old boy you inspiring I saw your potential when I used to give you problems Now you just that nigga, boy I? " She keep that money piling, but I collect the profit I don't trust these fucking banks, got a lot of cash and Started living fast wit it, baby shake that ass for me I ain't know you had that in you
[Verse 3: Mac] And you know I'mma ball, ?, new bank account, please open that Got Oprah cash, suite broken glass and I'm showing my ass in my photographs Got a fucked up past but it ain't that bad though, fucked around with some fat hoes Ho puff puff pass if you rolling my hash, imma face ths one imma asshole Knew a girl named Becky that give that dome, don't have no job but live Alone Money from her mom every weekend she tend to spend that on sniffing coke Oh, you a nasty bitch, ain't no 10 way below average Got other fucked up things to say but we don't even believe half that shit Got a beat off Cardo, all around money Wells Fargo Got girls in my pockets, like 8 of them hoes, yea I got cargos I bet you gon' stop, Casey, Mac, and Mikey Rocks She likes to fuck, she likes to shop, problem is she likes the?