(Hook)
It thats new york rock, said everybody bop'
Everbody bop, to that new york rock
(Verse 1)
Go hard for the 3 1 5, We on the map dawg
country holligan, an a lil bit of trapp starr
catch me on the mic u gone see a ginga, snap hard
make music, make money get a black card
Live that life of a motha fuckin rapp starr
Money ,Women, cars, jacuzzi in doors
Infinite barz, chillin wit infinite broads
Diamonds shinin, guess im drippin hard
Dont need that gucci , neva needed luey
New money , all hundids, stack lookin bluish
penny pinchin homie, savin money like im jewish
Im'a blessed fat red head , anti buddhist
Buldin up my brand, INFINITE from the bluepint
Make'm bop hard, on the flow, when they move it
MAke that ass pa pop pa pop eye
Spinach on a track, I'm the white don dada
(Verse2)
Yea i put it down for the whole east coast
GO shreck for that donkey, put me in ogre mode
young princess gotta booty, cause a sensory overload
SHe bad an she bougie, an she jus wat im lookin fo
jus wat lookin fo , she jus wat im lookin fo
She move it like a strrippa, an she up an down the pole
Titties outs , ass big wearin no clothes
Do it, in them heels fo homie lets goo
Work for ya bills, shawtii u let'em know it
twerk for that house, in the hills, by the ocean
Get naked , fo these pills, like u neva goin dope sick
Put a pole in ya house, if nnnnn neva feeling home sick
Yea you work ! Daddy got u working
Yea you twerk! Daddy got u twerkin
drop ya skirt , lose the shirt, damn u perfect
God Damn, You gotta motha fuka cursin!!!
(HOOK)
