Lyrics:

2 hookers and an Eightball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an Eightball
Stupid people thinking 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 2 hookers and an
8 ball niggas and all the gold glitters
As I rock them niggas and get
Freaky-deaky with a front row ticket
For all of my bitches
Cause my momma said to pick the very best one

2 hookers and an 8 ball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an 8 ball
It - ain't - that - fucking - hard

I'm standing up to all my abuse
Inexperience is when I lose

I'm struggling to keep my edge
With 2 hookers and an
8 ball babies for all the fine ladies
Fallin' out in my Mercedes
And into the 80's
With a bad case of rabies
And a high-top fade

2 hookers and an Eightball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an Eightball
Stupid people thinking I am cool

Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, what a day

How 'bout that coke?
You want that coke?
Oh, oh, oh
I thought I told ya to go
I want that cocaine
Want the coke
Oh, ah, ah
I thought I told ya to go
How bout that cocaine
Want that coke
Oh, ah, ah
I thought I told ya to go
Well then go
Fucking go

8 ball niggas and all the gold glitters
As I rock them niggas and get
Freaky-deaky with a front row ticket
For all of my bitches
Cause my momma said to pick the very best one

2 hookers and an Eightball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an Eightball
Stupid people thinking I am cool

[Break]

2 hookers and an Eightball
Can you believe that I write this shit?
2 hookers and an Eightball
Stupid people thinking I am cool