I.P. Pop, I wish that you could see us
Million cash plus whenever I go re-up
I got some niggas in the street, wanna beat me
I got the industry tryna be me
I just go Ray Charles, they can’t see me
I’m in the Rolls Royce with a RiRi
I did some wrongs (oh, oh), but I’m always right (oh, oh)
Said, “I know how to shoot” (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night
Yeah, like a thief in the night (thief)
I pull up, give her D for the night (uh-huh)
Tryna fuck in the V, it’s aight (let’s fuck)
We can’t fuck up my seats ’cause they white
(That’s my seats, watch my motherfuckin’ seats)
I’m livin’ like Thriller, I only come out at the night time
She don’t fuck with liquor, don’t like bein’ tipsy
She don’t do the Henny, just white wine (what she do?)
Pop the cork on some new Pinot Grigio (yeah)
I pull up in the Porsche wit’ a freaky hoe (zoom)
Park the Porsche and pull up in a Lambo’ (hmph)
I hop out, Major Payne, rockin’ camo (yessir)
Think she cute, make her fuck, watch her man go (she cute)
Like to shoot, light you up, bitch, I’m Rambo
Cuban link full of rocks, it’s a choker (oh)
Rest in peace to the Pop, make me smoke ya
I did some wrongs (oh), but I’m always right (oh, oh)
Said, “I know how to shoot” (oh), and I know how to fight
If I tell you once, won’t tell you twice
I’m real discreet, like a thief in the night
Lyrics by: Jess Jackson