I Love It

Yeah, 1−5 game, y’all know I get money
And the bitch in my whip make my 15s look like 20s
It’s out of control how I manage the hoes
Give them so much Xanax in rolls, they snap off their clothes
She pass out like Ana Nicole
I put my whole hand in her hole
Stand up and go
Don’t think I’m soft
See I joke around I’m playful
That big four-fifth give me the power of Grayskull
I’m young He-Man, come jump out three vans
Gang of Haitians white Puerto Ricans and Koreans
They keep squeezin, them thugs come and start
Dudes get shook like there no blood pumped to their heart
I got freaks calling me I don’t need eHarmony
I beat and fall asleep
While they bleed all on my sheets
You just light up a blunt and it’s nothing
It makes your chick come want to suck dick in public and I love it
Oh, 1−5, Young, I’m deep in the trade and barter
Over wavy water, I’m from Dade in Florida
Cocaine we chartered on planes with foreigners
My gang 300 deep like the gang from Sparta
Yeah I’m known for smashing your
After I hit it I jump back in the Civic
Pop shit, I’ll be back in a minute
Put holes in your Acura
Like Dracula did it
Just from flippin them pies, I got girls look better than Nicki Minaj give my
dick a massage
And a kiss on the sides
Yeah 1−5 no clique spittings more official than outs
When I spit it I’m like Chris in his prime
Pick one, Chris Wallace or Chris Parker
Nobody spits harder and I love it