New York Bop

(Hook) It thats new york rock, said everybody bop' Everbody bop, to that new york rock (Verse 1) Go hard for the 3 1 5, We on the map dawg country holligan, an a lil bit of trapp starr catch me on the mic u gone see a ginga, snap hard make music, make money get a black card Live that life of a motha fuckin rapp starr Money ,Women, cars, jacuzzi in doors Infinite barz, chillin wit infinite broads Diamonds shinin, guess im drippin hard Dont need that gucci , neva needed luey New money , all hundids, stack lookin bluish penny pinchin homie, savin money like im jewish Im'a blessed fat red head , anti buddhist Buldin up my brand, INFINITE from the bluepint Make'm bop hard, on the flow, when they move it MAke that ass pa pop pa pop eye Spinach on a track, I'm the white don dada (Verse2) Yea i put it down for the whole east coast GO shreck for that donkey, put me in ogre mode young princess gotta booty, cause a sensory overload SHe bad an she bougie, an she jus wat im lookin fo jus wat lookin fo , she jus wat im lookin fo She move it like a strrippa, an she up an down the pole Titties outs , ass big wearin no clothes Do it, in them heels fo homie lets goo Work for ya bills, shawtii u let'em know it twerk for that house, in the hills, by the ocean Get naked , fo these pills, like u neva goin dope sick Put a pole in ya house, if nnnnn neva feeling home sick Yea you work ! Daddy got u working Yea you twerk! Daddy got u twerkin drop ya skirt , lose the shirt, damn u perfect God Damn, You gotta motha fuka cursin!!! (HOOK)