Lyrics:

Two hookers and an 8-ball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
Two hookers and an 8-ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool
I definitely give myself props
And that way I always get what I want
I always try to keep my edge
With two hookers and an-
8-ball niggas and all the gold glitters
As I rock them figures and get
Freaky-deaky with a front-row ticket
For all my bitches
'Cause my momma said to pick the very best one
Two hookers and an 8-ball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
Two hookers and an 8-ball
It ain't that fucking hard
I'm standing up to all my abuse
Inexperience is where I lose
I'm struggling to keep my edge
With two hookers and an-
8-ball babies for all the fine ladies
Rollin' out in my Mercedes and into the '80s
With a bad case of rabies, and a high-top fade
Two hookers and an 8-ball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
Two hookers and an 8-ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, what a day
I'm not that fucking wonderful
I'm not that
I thought I told you to go
I'm not that fucking wonderful
I'm not that
I thought I told you to go
I'm not that fucking wonderful
I'm not that
I thought I told you to go
Puppy dog, puppy dog
8-ball niggas and all the gold glitters
As I rock them figures and get
Freaky-deaky with a front-row ticket
For all my bitches
'Cause my momma said to pick the very best one
Two hookers and an 8-ball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
Two hookers and an 8-ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool

Two hookers and an 8-ball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
Two hookers and an 8-ball
Stupid people thinkin' I am cool