Servin (feat. Blaze and Tweezie)

Matte black Bentley coupe frog eyes on em
Servin she a bitch got that dog food on it
Cameras at the trap house I hit the zoom on em
(---?), Michael Jackson bitch I'm moon walking
I just cook dope with baking soda, animals
Got the corners on me, they from Arizona
High Top Louis Vuittons and I got them Loafers
I just grabbed the thighs spread the water like I'm Moses
Stir it with the force, walk on water like it's Jesus
Bad mamacita swear I gotta get her a visa
Real trap shit mafia Giovanni
Fur on a nigga when I still (---?) money
Chinchilla on me, boy yo jacket dead(---?)
Ball man jeans boy that shit you got from Zara
Outa space coupe boy I swear I turnt the Martians
Cyber Mexicano with a (---?)|
I've sold to a lot a dummies
I ran off with their money 
Blue hundreds, Percy got me walking like a zombie
I got a fetish for the money
My finger itching for the money
All I wanted was the money
Money counting, count up

So fuck a painter act I pull up in (---?)
Fast and Furious coupe motorsport vehicles
Water water water got them ice cubes on
I just made a movie just like ice cube on it
Crips up the club for that nigga dead, goofy goof
One and only nigga without packing he'll lose
Feeling just like Misha when I walk into this place|Got them hundreds on me and they blue just like (---?)
Wolf of wall street, boy I feel just like Leo
Green I'm a major bomb man just like Leo
I just bought a diamond put they on me sub-zero
Ran up with the Tech had to check one (---?)
Strap, Smith & Wesson you won't never see me stressing
Club you can guess it forty diamond VVS-ing
Turnt up for the summer but ma side bitch a less
Money calling I can't stall it gotta go collect it 

I've sold to a lot a dummies
I ran off with their money 
Blue hundreds, percy got me walking like a zombie
I got a fetish for the money
I got a fetish for the money
My finger itching for the money
All I wanted was the money
Money counting count up

All black Bentley coupe dripping sauce on em
Thousand dollar shoes got me scared to walk on em
Floating on these purse preacher going (---?) on em
Free all the real niggas I'm the one who talk for em
Panamera(?) Porshe drop the top and hit the corner
Eating Bentley Hummer I remember it was just baloney
It's a cold summer I can't lie I am a road runner
I feel like Master P I'm ‘bout to get me a old Hummer

I've sold to a lot a dummies
I ran off with their money 
Blue hundreds, Percy got me walking like a zombie
I got a fetish for the money
I got a fetish for the money
My finger itching for the money
All I wanted was the money
Money counting, count up