Ooooo Child Freestyle - Trinidad Jame$

The diamonds in my Rollie, I know you see them dancing

I plan to buy a bigger one, my next advance check

Faded in Vegas, well, that’s one hell of a night

I wear Tom Ford suits to watch the Mayweather fight

Or Designer fronty frames and the dreams of a mansion

That’s the dopest cocaine, that’s expensive

Don’t expect me to love you if you ain’t my type

Watermelon Gucci pumps, girl, you love that life

I say, hey

Hey, mister

Pass the weed, man (pass the weed, man)

Pass the weed, man (pass the weed, man)

Pass the weed, man (pass the weed, man)

Ladies and gentlemen

I got a Tyson ambition with a Mandela smile

All my bitches mad that I ain’t called in a while

If a nigga talks shit, then it’s coffins and curtains

Bag him up and ship them, that’s the customer service

Don’t get it faded, my nigga, don’t get it twisted

I’m a little violent when I’m faded and twisted

All the money motivate myself and my niggas

And if you got a problem with it, then it’s fuck you, my nigga

I’m as large as it comes, I give a fuck who don’t like it

Ask his Minnesota Twins how they liking my, bitch

Hit them with that voodoo, that’s that boom boom pow

I had that poom-poom screaming like, «ooh, ooh child»

Had that poom-poom screaming like, «ooh, ooh child»

Had that poom-poom screaming like, «ooh, ooh child»