Luclover - L$D

Double cup, styrofoam, pour it up

And she look bad in the Maybach truck

Bubble butt cost ten, lift it up

LSD tabs, sticky stuff on her tongue

Twenty-five hunnid, yeah, we tax for the Tuss

Five percent tint on the wind', it's a must

Audemar Piguet on my wrist, not much

Gotta couple back home, and they picking up dust

(Woah, woah, woah)

Whole lotta racks in the bust down

Went and copped ten, then I went and got—

Psh, I'm up

Bad lil' thottie came back to the crib, wanna eat me up

Back of the 'Bach, she a slut

Pointers on us, ain't picking up rust (Woah)

Said she want love, but this bitch want lust (Woah)

Kam came home, caught a body

Then he went got his hit money, went and got rich like us (Uh)