[Chorus]

That bitch got cake up on her face

Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn

I do that dash bitch I don't race

Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on

[Verse 1]

Hold on bitch do you see my pockets

Everything in it I will never fold bitch I won't drop it

Everything I wear then they go and cop it

I ain't ****in' with you hoes if you on that op shit, hold on

Wicked Rick, we just hit a lick

I'm a walking lick, I just took his bitch, damn, hold on

She cried too much so I had to switch, rock it with the clique on some groovy shit, damn, hold on

Yeah we on that Cali shit smokin bali bitch

Bitch I got racks up on my wrist, damn

Walk in the club and watch it glis, yeah

Bitch I'm tatted on my fist

I'm rolling dubs while she rollin nicks

Lookin like I play for the knicks

I just pull up with my soaky on

Good thing he the only man with a milky on

Hold on, yeah I got these bitched goin'

Hold on, even though they get annoyin' (huh)

[Bridge/Outro]

Giddy up giddy up giddy up go

Got alotta got alotta got alotta ,dough!

Giddy up giddy up giddy up go

(?)... kick it up, bah, go!

[Chorus]

That bitch got cake up on her face

Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn

I do that dash bitch I don't race

Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on

[Bridge/Outro]

Giddy up giddy up giddy up go

Got alotta got alotta got alotta ,dough!

Giddy up giddy up giddy up go

(?)... kick it up, bah, go!