Lyrics:

Yes Lord
Ugh... Smooth than Mothafucka
Suede on the inside
Candy Paint, Candy Paint
I ain't gotta tell you what the rims look like
Look, I'm gripping wood like a mothafucka
She ask me can her friend ride
Kelly wanna have a drink
And Shawty wanna pop pills all night
Look don't be fuckin wit my tape deck
You gon listen to this Marvin, You gon listen to this BloodStone
Oh yall Niggas want that Barry White?
Well I don't really fuck wit that right there
That can make a nigga act up right there
Well go on get your rocks off boo
Naw naw naw I don't really do all that, but look it's more for you
Yes Lord
I'm far from a pimp but I'm close to you
You fuckin with an old soul twice removed
My pops used to work up on them fighter jets
Maybe that's the reason I be (flying sound) thru
Now who the fuck called me a playa?
I ain't one of these young niggas out here sweating for a paystub
I'm a coach, I'm a teach these bitches how to layup
Now most of yall can't do shit, but all my chicks cook grits
And roll a spliff... At the same damn time
You ain't live long enough to have a bitch this fine
Now if you don't mind
If I call you a bitch, it's cause you my bitch
And as long as no one else call you a bitch then there won't be no problems
Now if I call you a trick, it's cause you pay rent
And as long as you don't come with the 6, then there won't be no problems
Walk wit me now
She wit it, she with it
Keep it 300 I ain't even gotta hit it
She wit it, she with it
All she wanna do is watch a real nigga win it nigga
She wit it, she with it
Look me in my eyes there will be no sympin
She wit it, she with it
Got a whole lot a women, all of em wit it
Yes Lord
My Momma said don't trust these hoes
Boy be about your loot.
True Story
Now if my Momma told me that why the fuck would I listen to you
Yes Lord
You'll never go broke chasing riches
But you might go broke chasing every lil stank ass hoe wit a tongue piercing. Now
If I call you a bitch, it's cause you my bitch
And as long as no one else call you a bitch then there won't be no problems
Now if I call you a trick, it's cause you pay rent
And as long as you don't come with the 6, then there won't be no problems
Walk wit me now
She wit it, she with it
Keep it 300 I ain't even gotta hit it
She wit it, she with it
All she wanna do is watch a real nigga win it nigga
She wit it, she with it
Look me in my eyes there will be no sympin
She wit it, she with it
Got a whole lot a women, all of em wit it
Yes Lord