The plug told me if I wanna get off this whole onion
First he gonna need to hold somethin
So I doubled back like jumping jacks
And got a room with the bytch I met at the hotel luncheon's old function
Snatched the ho's gold, cold gunnin'
No fronting, that's 10 G's of earrings, a clear thing
Flipped that into 20 G's of blow, now the snow's coming
And its so pure it will make your ears ring...BUTCH!