When it come to holdin' punches I'm a ratchet swingin' yea
And when the money call me up
I always catch it ringing
I got lots in my pocket
It's poppin' the seam
And ya bitch seen it
Now she eatin' my cock and my semen
Big profit, I do not spend it on cotton either
I don't need it, the bitches love me
And they don't mean it, cold blooded
They call me anemic, takin' the scenic
Away from twelve and push the button
On my seat to lean in, automatic
I jump boarders on the geographic
And end up sittin' courtside in the seat of magic
I was lost but now I see the passage
Through these Dior glasses
In boots Dora couldn't imagine
I'm G5, fly you a quarter maggot
And I don't even press fabric
The iron in the attic
I'm in your atlas
One for Mo G, I'm a star
But ain't no Patrick
Dance
I'm in your atlas
Look for Loyalty, that is where my pact is
Pact is
One for Mo G, I'm a star
But ain't no Patrick
Dance
I'm in your atlas
Look for Loyalty, that is where my pact is
Pact is
Damn
I'm in your atlas
Look for loyalty, that is where my pact is
Pact is
One for Mo G, I'm a star
But ain't no Patrick
Dance
