Help Me

You know I got a problem
I'm addicted to fancy cars and bad broads, man
Pretty jewelry
And nice shit, I'm just fucked up
Addicted to these wood grain wheels and leather seats
Gotta fetish for a young bad broad with pretty feet
That's enough with all that slab talk, nigga
We in the streets
From the paint to the bumper and grill
This bitch complete, I play for keeps
Pushing exotics, they know we got it
Catch them soon as we catch them
She pressure and so erotic
Soon as they talk about it, we explode
Them slabs on the road
Killing them niggas cold
Got me saying, oh lord
Them niggas is hating
I'm out here skating, going hard
Life has been great, we getting cake
I pay the charge
Ain't fixing no plate them niggas fraud
Let them starve
I swear I need help, I'm chasing money on God
Oh Lord here come them boys coming down them boys rolling hard
Me and my squad always live large, switching cars
We do it every time we switch broads, no facades
You see us, we them H-Town Gods, slab on rods
Them foes poking hard, damn piles, rolling clean
But still got good motors, fuck them laws, we the kings
Been doing this since y'all was small
Oh, you grown, but your pocket still never been this tall
City ain't seen a nigga like me
Gotta like a boss, still ballin' with Ke
Every time we there, we pickin' up a fee
Cost too much, to do the pull up free
Without the sign, we VIP
We done laid down the legacy
Big Slim and Ke made history
Gotta get you weighed up and come sit by me