Stoopid (Dolla and Streets) [Verse 1: Dolla] I'm here on my paper chasing nothin intervene I'm here on my paper chasing nothin intervene I'm here on my paper chasing nothin intervene Give a fuck about you, bitch I'm out to get the green Middle finger to the cops don't even start jugdin me Don't want us hangin club they want us hanging from a tree I be hanging up on record extacts that disrespect me intellect Fuck you don't call back unless you try to write a bigger check Sittin in my office sippin on a cup of tea Give a fuck about you hating me come have a cup of me Baby doll so thick and tall suck the lemon through a straw Let me put it in her hair and skid out in her jaw I'm a goon I need a goon who like to....with the music on Don't mind fuck with other bitches cus that shit don't turn me on Hit me on my burna phone I'm tryna make a pay or two Cash bout a grabage bag count it for a day or two Bitch I'm Dolla bill and I can show you what decature do A Hater gonna hate cus shit thats just what a hater do [Hook: Streets] Why your eyes Droopy, cus I been smokin too man Why your eyes Droopy, cus I been smokin too doobies Why your eyes Droopy, cus I been smokin too man Why your eyes Droopy, cus I been smokin too doobies [Verse 2: Dolla] Move in east Atlanta check me out my nigga I'm loc on AK-47 got a nose like it's pinoccio Best don't run around me nigga best be on your tippy toes Bet a 1,000 shot a 1,000 when they hittin for Blow like I'm suppose to blow, you hoein like you suppose to hoe Hard body everytime goin how I'm 'ppose to go Bitch I'm trained to go that C.T.G you know bout me In my drop top AMG yeah Meek mill b.i.d Any nigga try me I bet I burn him before he blink Have my bitch run through his pocket and she pill him out his link If it ain't a bout profit then we prolly shouldn't speak Bitch nigga you better stop it cus I practice what I preach I be clappin at you rappin un-active ass niggas When you see me out in traffic call the captain ass niggas Rifraftin ass niggas oh faggot ass niggas Just hop Off my dick you ol' rabbit ass niggas GONE [Hook: Streets] Why your eyes Droopy, cus I been smokin too man Why your eyes Droopy, cus I been smokin too doobies Why your eyes Droopy, cus I been smokin too man Why your eyes Droopy, cus I been smokin too doobies [Verse 3: Streets] I Got that spit thang and VA She like to pop pills and smoke that purp like its her b-day Addicted to the block and try to stay away from the D.A. Even though I got bail, they ain't tryna show no leave ways, these days So, I keep my circle tight, knowing on that purple flight I got the cash fast higher than giraffe ass A picco represent the team that is best The rest of you niggas leave quick and just pass I can handle the load, so easy no flex With that benz that stretch take off like a jet That of been the money got a pussy so wet Any girl be gone like some work in a jet Except, I don't wife no bitch I keep her next So my nigga don't fuck around if you ain't talkin figures