EURO JACK lyrics

[Chorus]
I took the ho down a whole different route
Bustdown baguette, bought my jeweler a house
B-B-Breakin' a bag from a Jansport pouch
I can show you what a rich n*gga 'bout, huh
Thirty-five hundred, I shine in the sun
Who I trust? No one else but my gun and my gut (Fft)
Don't get wet, get murked
Pop out in summer, you like what you see, then you gotta go make that sh*t work
I been whippin' Yoda
I been fillin' pockets, eat dessert
Sippin' on codeine, feel too good
Pourin' Sprite, so I gotta go burp (Fft)
Whip out the molly sand tan, uh, huh (Tan, uh)
Money turn b*tch to a dancer, huh (Dancer)
I'm mixin' lean in a Fanta, huh (Fanta)
Tat' on my arm, Danny Phantom, huh (Phantom)

[Verse]
Say, slatt (Slatt)
Huh, trappin' off a European Jack
Huh, smokin' on exotic roll thrax
I been f*ckin' on a bad lil' brat (Slatt)
I just pop me a X and then geek up (Geek up)
I'm finna ball out the meter (Swish)
I need my aura like Rita
My Raf Simons jeans, I don't rock no Redux (Fft)
Model ho, she blow my beeper (Hey)
They play GoVanni! on speaker (Ya)
f*ck is he sayin'? Speak up (Speak up)
Run up, it's Halloween, I trick and treat ya (Blatt)
No, don't wanna greet ya (Blatt)
Pop out and speed out the meter (Skrr)
Probably didn't mean to go f*ck on your b*tch, if I did, then I say, "Nice to meet ya" (Huh)
It's paint on her face, huh (What?)
Up in LA (Woah)
Huh, I came in late, my pockets they ate
I eat you like steak, chop you like cake
Huh, twenty-five K, that's a light ball, spend it on a plate
Go Nobu with b*tches, I like dinner dates
If I came in late, just pardon me, you know I fill up my safe ('Kay)
[Chorus]
I took the ho down a whole different route
Bustdown baguette, bought my jeweler a house
B-B-Breakin' a bag from a Jansport pouch
I can show you what a rich n*gga 'bout, huh
Thirty-five hundred, I shine in the sun
Who I trust? No one else but my gun and my gut (Fft)
Don't get wet, get murked
Pop out in summer, you like what you see, then you gotta go make that sh*t work
I been whippin' Yoda
I been fillin' pockets, eat dessert
Sippin' on codeine, feel too good
Pourin' Sprite, so I gotta go burp (Fft)
Whip out the molly sand tan, uh, huh (Tan, uh)
Money turn b*tch to a dancer, huh
I'm mixin' lean in a Fanta, huh
Tat' on my arm, Danny Phantom, huh