peach crush (Sippin That Red)

Wake up, every morning, I get paper everyday

Before I hop out up the bed, a nigga check his BOA

She said her boyfriend is a bum, she said that he just in the way

But I tell her not to leave him cause him cause I'm goin MIA

I ain't even in Miami, I might touchdown in LA

I'm sippin green cause its a drought, I heard its plenty in the A

I want my money, don't play with my chips, you'll die bout frito-lay

I'm so for real, I'm geeking off a pill so don't get in my way

I was born to get this paper, I'm so bout a dollar bill

Nigga I don't got a job, just popping checks, and popping pills

And nah I know that nigga broke, he'd probably go on Dr. Phil

Ya baby mama slurping on me while I'm geeking off a pill