WaLkiN' eXhiBiT

Back on my pivot, God be my witness
20 racks tucked in my Amiri britches
Consistently drippin, you might end up slippin
Show off my ice while wave at the bitches
Hot as a skillet, cold as a frigid
Draped in designer, my taste is exquisite
Make em remember if he forget it
Gun on my waist and I shoot with precision
Run up them digits, me and my nigglets
We trynna see who gone spend it the quickest
Nigga you trippin, you shop wit a limit
Ya money too short like a snippet or midget
Lil mama pretty plus she the thickest
If this bitch listen might make her the Mrs
Center of attention, bitch I’m the slickest
Hoes stop and stare I’m a walking exhibit
Might pull in a Bentley, this isn’t a civic
Take off on the cops, they won’t give me a ticket
She say Im a dog but she giving me kitty
I keep showing her racks, she keep showing me titties
She like how I talk, I be speaking explicit
And my ice shining bright, bitch I really be litty
You can’t walk how I walk, I be kickin my pimpin
You can’t buy what I bought, cause you low on expenses
Jimmy Choo drip-drip
Niggas ain’t hip-hip
Bitch it cost a grip-grip
Gave da clerk a tip-tip
Point me to da vip-vip
Baby show me nip slips
Fuck her then i dip-dip
Too much on my chip-chip
Pass her to the gang gang
Fifty on my chain mane
Still sending change to my niggas in the chain gang
We don’t ball the same, man these niggas really lame mane
Spending out ya range, so just stay up in ya lane-lane
Rockin Helmut Lang like a nigga playing football
Tell the truth, I can tell I got these niggas shook dog
Nigga acting tough but he really justa mush ball
Thousand dollar shoes, that’s half a band a foot dog
I might spend it on a fit
You gone give it to the bitch
And I pop the biggest shit
Cause I’m really living rich
But it’s still a whole lotta paper that I gotta get
Still got a whole ‘nother ball that I gotta pitch
Dressed in high fashion, cartier glasses
Took a lil break, now I’m back on they asses
We hop in foreigns and we do dashes
Elegant, so bitches calling me Cashius
Back on my pivot, God be my witness
20 racks tucked in my Amiri britches
Consistently drippin, you might end up slippin
Show off my ice while wave at the bitches
Hot as a skillet, cold as a frigid
Draped in designer, my taste is exquisite
Make em remember if he forget it
Gun on my waist and I shoot with precision
Run up them digits, me and my nigglets
We trynna see who gone spend it the quickest
Nigga you trippin, you shop wit a limit
Ya money too short like a snippet or midget
Lil mama pretty plus she the thickest
If this bitch listen might make her the Mrs
Center of attention, bitch I’m the slickest
Hoes stop and stare I’m a walking exhibi
My style isn’t basic, you can’t replicate it
This authentic fabric, yo shit fabricated
These niggas can’t see me, go tell em get lasic
They falling behind cause they way too complacent
I know they want my shine but I won’t let em take it
Bitch I wanted some cake so I had to go bake it
And I don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout a payment
I spent five hundred dollars on expensive fragrance
He been balling too hard, someone give him a flagrant
But I don’t play no sport, cartier like a dork
I been fucking shit up in like too many places
Spent a bag in LA, spent a bag in New York
Knock me a bitch, I take off with ya whore
Way too much drip, leave a sign on the floor
Got way too many racks but I want me some more
My whole crib is covered in brand new decor
I can’t trip off a hoe, I got bitches galore
Once I fuck, cut her off, don’t want her anymore
You might put on some shit that I already wore
Freshest one in this bitch when I walk through the door
Back on my pivot, God be my witness
20 racks tucked in my Amiri britches
Consistently drippin, you might end up slippin
Show off my ice while wave at the bitches
Hot as a skillet, cold as a frigid
Draped in designer, my taste is exquisite
Make em remember if he forget it
Gun on my waist and I shoot with precision (Brrr)
Let the band play