Lyrics Valee – Organic

I got a bitch from Seattle, dropped her off at LA, ten
Hi-Tech in the Minute Maid, but I’m not a minute man
I’m gon’ be one minute, man
I’m gon’ be one minute, man
You gon’ be one if you can

That Fendi clip I saw you with, hope you got that
Hope you don’t run up, you gon’ be one in the can
High fashion jeans I’m still washin’ with cheap detergent
Won’t warm my bread up, too much if I can
Too much if you plan, hmm, hmm
And I’m still shoppin’ at Walmart
Hmm, I just told your bitch stop playin’
Those 26s you saw me on, I still got them
Get ’round the house in a golf cart
Want a new whip, a four door, and it’s tan
Wanna do this, she don’t know what I’m sayin’
Want a new wrist, I won’t know what you wearin’
Want a boo, bitch, what?
Want a new bitch, a slut, bitch
Want a new whip, not a putt-putt, uh, yeah
I go to the airport and, but
On my floor mat, no dirt, what?
High fashion jeans I’m still washin’ with cheap detergent
3000 dollars on a brand new dog, no mutt
I like my hair nappy and, not really mean, no cut (I’m really mean though)
26, code nine, all and all, I still got no lock nuts, hmm, hmm

I’m finna perform for an okay amount, it’s waitin’ on us
That bitch you with only look good in person, I only want her for mouth
No, I’m not with what you doin’, buyin’ bitches purses, hmm, hmm
No omelette, the only thing on my plate is money, hmm, hmm, hmm
I rock leather loafers, I’m lookin’ like Crocodile Dundee
Yeah, nineteen hundred and thirty six dollars on undies
I might get her a Giorgio Armani women’s department onesie
I lost $5000 at the club, but I’m not clumsy
I fuck her and leave, now she callin’ me Humpty Dumpty
I really might hit auntie and just wild out with my auntie
New condo, I might give your main bitch her own key
Them 26s you saw me on, I still got that
That bitch you saw me with last week, I don’t still got that
That Fendi clip that I saw you with, hope you got that
Yeah, I eat Ron of Japan, bitch not Outback, and I’m still shoppin’ at Walmart
I want some new Givenchy sneakers that’s not out yet
I’m drivin’ the foreign like the police not outside
I want a new Rolex, it’s gold, it’s about time
I’m washin’ high fashion, don’t fold, I don’t got time