Pourin’ Up Ringtones

Ayy Ayy (Mike Free on the beat, ayy) I kept pourin' up that Hi-Tech pint Smokin' cake, tryna chase a bank So I'm servin' them thangs Swervin' up the lane I kept pourin' up that Hi-Tech right Smokin' cake, tryna chase a bank So I'm servin' them thangs Swervin' up the lane Really need my codeine and my promethazine Really got some enemies, so I keep magazines In case a nigga try to book me for my anything Gave her some rounds, but she'll never get a wedding ring I be after money green We just left the money team I just wanna ride in a Lamborghin' Sippin' codeine martinis She heard they call me Greedy She like, "03, come meet me Just so you can come eat me" Thought about it, pulled up thinkin', "Fuck it, I'ma beat it" She wanna fuck me on the XO every other weekend Then record it, shit, I'm conceited She fold her legs up like she Fabo every time I'm geekin' "Living Legend" on the face, wan' put it where her cheeks is I stay pourin' up that Hi-Tech pint Smokin' cake, tryna chase a bank So I'm servin' them thangs Swervin' up the lane I stay pourin' up that Hi-Tech right Smokin' cake, tryna chase a bank So I'm servin' them thangs Swervin' up the lane Stay flossin' every day, I can't run out of toothpicks (Toothpicks) Bitch niggas talkin', I ain't tryna hear your two cents (Tear your two cents) TSA harassin' like I brung a bomb in this bitch (Goddamn) My bitches hate each other, they just gotta coexist (Gotta coexist) Know she heard about the party, she ain't make it on that list (Make it on that list) No, I'm not from G Unit, but I hit for fifty cent (Fifty thousand) See it in these niggas' eyes, they be mad about my wrist (Mad about my wrist) Made 'em feel some type of way 'cause they can tell my homies rich I don't gotta say shit, niggas know it's bands in this bitch (Bands in this bitch) Hit a lot of niggas' hoes, I been losin' fans in this bitch (Losin' fans) He feel some type of way, he finna put his hands on a bitch (Put his hands on a bitch) I stay fresh, I stay flyer than an eagle do (I stay fly) Stay flossin', flex like John Cena do (John Cena) I feel like I'm King Kong walkin' in Veneta boots (In Veneta) With a group of bitches I just met, I don't need no dudes (Dudes) I just got a pint of Hi-Tech, I don't need no juice I stay pourin' up that Hi-Tech pint Smokin' cake, tryna chase a bank So I'm servin' them thangs Swervin' up the lane I stay pourin' up that Hi-Tech right Smokin' cake, tryna chase a bank So I'm servin' them thangs Swervin' up the lane Syrup in my Faygo when I need it Playin' dirty in the field, malfeasance Get a nigga tackled by the opps Where officials call the shots, low-key only way to be rich Tried to ride the wave, now I got 'em seasick Did it by myself on some I'm a G shit If you got advice, pussy, I don't need it Wasn't ever poppin', you are not a needed You a shoulda-coulda-woulda type wannabe bitch You don't wanna hit the road on that Justin Bieb' shit Ain't no checkin' me, you can go and check on me Only time I took her out when love turned into jealousy How could you feel like a gangster? When you done changed up over fame for the paper? I stay pourin' up that Hi-Tech pint Smokin' cake, tryna chase a bank So I'm servin' them thangs Swervin' up the lane I stay pourin' up that Hi-Tech right Smokin' cake, tryna chase a bank So I'm servin' them thangs Swervin' up the lane