The eigth and ninth and last but not least tenth fish got in the booth.
The eigth fish got up and walked into the booth and got behind the mic.
The beat played.
All my niggas got their mind on other things,
I'm just counting up the riches while your mind been on a ring
All wore the same thing
Doing one thing
Hop inside the 6 ring
Doing my thing
Been on My own things
What else could i say
Spent a half a K I ain't worried about shit
I could not miss
While I'm doing my shit
Sat up in the one k Lamborghini i8
Doing my shit
Saying my shit
Then she liked my bars
When I'm spitting that shit
Then I went and got a K I ain't leaving this shit
Then I'm steady like a intro I ain't winning this shit,
Then I copped a Maserati like a drake in this shit
And I'm moving my tempo like a flake in this bitch,
Then I went and got a body I ain't feeling this bitch
I go curry in the end zone I ain't missing this shit,
And I just shot out a triple for the win in this shit
Some girls that heard it laughed like they liked it. Number eight named John thought they were cheerleaders but they were some beginner girls from dance class and no one ever got around to telling him.
