Letâs get it started, letâs go dumb and retarded
Letâs get high as we wanna, letâs go and burn up a forest
Better load up the cartridge, get the car itâs inside it
Letâs put some ice on your watches and designer on your body
Letâs order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, letâs order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, letâs get it started
Iâm turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho
My neck rocky like Balboa, my watch official, itâs uncalled for
In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fours
They french kiss and say bonjour I got my own shine but I wonât show
Iâm stupid rich got stupid bitches, who stupid thick in Louboutin
Donât like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then
Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame
I wonât entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run shit
Boy you tryinâ to get what I been here, headed down for like 10 years
Iâm gettinâ it in til itâs unreal, letâs say one album, like ten
Mill
Plus my swag is stupid low IQ (gone) hurt nigga feelinâ, I donât try to
But when you ballinâ like I do, you know something nigga, donât like
You
Itâs Tunechi, you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy
Sittinâ on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie cushion
Ballinâ on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press emâ
They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off, piss test emâ
Man Iâm on that lean, liquor for the bitches
Whom fuckinâ wit me? all I hear is crickets
I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses
She on that Molly, Iâm on that Mary, Iâm on that Mary like Joseph
Man Iâm married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter
Dick stay up like it got insomnia
All them niggas hatin, fuck ya in ya pussy
The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone