It Ain't Over

extreme-aai this system x2 (hey...) street my x2 cla*sic x3 right about now x2 come on, all tha ladies, get on tha dance floor and just get ur a*s on come on come on and just [Chorus x2] f**k tha fat lady, lean over to tha trap lady sane fish, scaleboy, nineteen eighty kane eighty chevey frame, ride 4 and everythang diamonds in my chain, shining on tha lane [Verse 1] (i want you to check this out, hey) my car fusha, everything's super lights camera action, no time for bloopers fishscale shawty, im tha blue coop mover definitely lot of losers, snatching bro'd n used up show her how to blow on my gla*s, eighty cash eighty pecks of decks, and tha cla*sical eighty jazz eighty bags of money, eighty macks from royne A.K.A. they turning beef to eighty packs of bologne they waited on me, telling when its my time to cool it blue chevey sit tall, like a colorado moose do my cookies drown like moons too, my regal look like prune juice why should i be bishop, im drizzled, i got my own juice own crew, own 26s on my own coop own crib, own bricks, plus i own a couple chicks know how to put bitches on they own, let her s*ck a d**k hey one when one look biggin, they gotta be licking pus*y money push it, bitch we got a avalanch block with mo cocain then they can pull off of tha dock cut em off, viro aint bitches aint a thang in tha chair with tha brains gettin brains, diamonds on my chain [Chorus x2] [Verse 2]