Lyrics
Ayy, shawty got her lip gloss on my white tee
What you talkin? I don't speak your language, must be Chinese
I ain't stuttin, I can get you runnin' with your Nikes
I ain't duckin, get your money up and then come find me
I come from the land where them niggas cut your head off
You spend eight grand on a whip, you tryna pull off
My grandma prayin' for me, got the woo up in my head now
Keep the Haitian flag in my whip, it's for the headaches
For these hatin' ass niggas and the hoes that's from the celly
Better keep that body with you if they tell boy that's a felly
And he ask how we gon' make it without breakin' the law
That's like askin' how the court system ain't fuckin' the laws
How you take that shit to court? You gotta handle your loss
You gotta learn to play the game, you gotta do what it cost
If I tell you how to do, you gotta do what I do
And that shit ain't really gravy, but it do what it do
Pussy nigga, I'm from Haiti, you can't move how we move
I can show you how to Z-Walk and sip with it too
I can bleed it red and blue, I turn it purple like a Teletubby
Big body, full of grams, I remember days of lil nuggies
Ambidextrous, left hand on the wheel, the right one on her thigh
Boss her up, watch her count her money while I grip her thighs
Ayy, shawty got her lip gloss on my white tee
What you talkin? I don't speak your language, must be Chinese
I ain't stuntin, I can get you runnin' with your Nikes
I ain't duckin, get your money up, and then come find me
Ayy, shawty got her lip gloss on my white tee
What you talkin? I don't speak your language, must be Chinese
I ain't stuntin, I can get you runnin' with your Nikes
I ain't duckin, get your money up, and then come find me