Lyrics:

Yeah, ice cream hoodie
Bathin eight tennis shoes
No time for pictures
No time for interviews
Go and get the money
Snowstorm or sunny
Try me and I'm comin' out wit my coat on this summer
Pay me a daygo
You can't get the cash then pay me in yayo
Save me the drama
Don't go run and snitch
If that's ya mama then ill merk you right in front of that bitch
I'm a young money, cash money, universal soldier
Watch out ms. syria
I'm kinda afillia
I'm a headach, and they love the pain
I ask a bitch her name and tell her
Go board the plane
I'm so sure
I know more
I'm so more
The wayne
I know whores
That know whores
That's always wit some more whores
You old whores
I grow fours
Ole broad
Oh sure
I leave that pussy so sore
Mama said she got lost and the dope froze
Niggas call maybacks lo los
Shout to my stompin ground
Hollygrove
Fuck wit them new orlans niggas
Funural
Up town up town
Where I rose
Welcome to the real outdoors
But of course
That chopper split them like a divorce
When the spiriutal force
Take 'em way up north
They say the end is comin'
Imma stay up for it
Imma chase that money
You can wait up for it
Imma kick to the snare
Imma boom to the bass
What more can I say
I can't feel my face

Weezy