What A Year

Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Eastside, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

I like my women to be pure, no Juicy Couture
Outfits, down south trips for raw
I'm tryna get more, I hid the pistol in the store
Right under the chips, my outfit come with a grip
In love with her lips, used to could hide the work at her mother crib
Things changed, now I don't even know where her mother live
She don't call me Dave East, address me by my government
Told me pay my taxes before you owe the government
Her complexion mocha, in the section with smokers

Face mean, I bet you niggas would never approach her
Told the homies I had to kill it just for the culture
I come to compliment, not insult ya, I could coach ya

Give you the play, it's hard to give you a day
Couple hours, blow some sour, you know I'm not finna stay
Them other niggas is cowards, I promise they in the way

Couple dollars, let's pick us an island so we can play
And now we gettin' massages, foreigns in them garages
I been having menages, princess cuts is flawless

Just to sit in the truck, you got to be gorgeous
You bad without speaking, ma, you ain't got to be talkin'

She like a faucet, leakin' all on my seats
We get tired of the city, our weekends be on the beach
We creep in and out the sheets, she was in and out the Jeep
I turn women out to freaks, I was in her mouth this week
I got a million mouths to feed
That's why I'm in and out these streets
A hundred bitches on my line, but I'm just in and out these beats
Brought the hammer everywhere, 'cause we was in and out the beef
My little LA bitch had me eatin' In-N-Out for weeks

First class to LaGuardia, I'm right back on New York time
A lot of niggas rentin' they jewelry, but I bought mine

Not a trap, you can't double back if you cross lines
Them 45s jammed, so this time I only bought nines
Niggas only respect homicide and chalk lines
Talkin' 'bout the coupe, I'm tryna Porsche mine

I'm tryna hurt the strip, them little baggies, used to burn the tip
Crack smoke in my clothes before I even learned to whip
No handouts, I don't want it if I ain't earnin' it
Weed and pills, I was servin' it
Jumpin' out the suburban on ice like George Gervin
On flights, I lost service, your type be all nervous
The Maybach got orange curtains and I'm just all in my Birkin
What you hear in these verses, the same nigga in person

Cuzzo doin' a stretch, he caught eight off a 'caine purchase
Niggas claim they the hottest, they music, I ain't heard it
Guess it just ain't worth it

That shit that you doin' just ain't workin'
I got a different lawyer, they came with the same verdict
And I could get you broad daylight like Wayne Perry
Potato on it, witnesses sayin' that they ain't heard it
Only the real recognize what I'm doin'
From the bottom, nowhere else but up
Million dollar deal, I did that
Need millions for all my niggas, gang

Fuck happened to D'Angelo, man? This that shit
Eastside, uh
New year, new money, new diamonds
No new niggas, haha