We Want All The Smoke

Yo Pierre you wanna come out here?
Ayy
We want all the smoke
And I’m smoking cantaloupe
B-b-bad bitch, fuck the team
She gon' give me throat (thot!)
She gon' give me top
Cause I’m headed to the top (yea)
I don’t fuck with opps
Pull up in that drop top (skrrt skrrt)
Or I might just pull up in that fucking reego
Your boyfriend lame, and he drive a beato (lame)
Bitches on me they gon' fuck 'cause of my lingo
Them broke boys lame
They say they hate my ego
I don’t need no friends, (what?)
I just want the cash (huh?)
I just pull up in the Corvette, doin' the dash
Oh thats yo' girl? that bitch she trash!
I’m making money, I-I-I count it fast (yeah)
I’m playing for keeps, so don’t ask me for shit (no!)
These broke bitches, they be on my dick (huh?)
I just left LA, with damn the 30 bands (yea)
These boys is broke, they don’t understand (yeah)
Ayy, yeah (ayy)