Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me

Curly yellow dancing on me

Said she smell the green on me

And she straight from California

Freaky as she wanna be

Told me she like boys and girls

Oh well, that's okay with me

Then she said

"My old boo left me blue I really loved her"

"So cold and so cruel, so many colors"

Play hoes like Pro Tools, can't never trust 'em

Trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em, nah

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em fuck 'em all

When I think about it, I just want a coupe

With a lil boo with the same coupe as me, different color

I been gettin' out here

But really the more known I get

I just been peepin' these nigga's colors

Since I left the Lou

Life ain't no black and white, beautiful

Peepin' the different colors

I can never choose

I like my boobies in bunches

My babies all different colors

So what do you say? (Ay)

Why don't we dip to the crib or some shit?

My gang got it crackin' like lips in the wind

I been burnin' my burdens and sipping on sins

Whole lot on my plate (heh)

Them yams goin' down soon as I get a chance

Been busy, this music shit tying up my hands

But it's on when I get home

(When I get home, yeah yeah)

(When I get home, when I get home)

(When I get home)

Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me

Curly, yellow, dancing on me

Said she smell the green on me

And she straight from California

Freaky as she wanna be

Tell me she likes boys and girls

Oh well, that's okay with me

Then she said

"My old boo left me blue I really loved her" (she say)

"So cold and so cruel, so many colors" (she say)

Play hoes like Pro Tools, can't never trust 'em

Trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em, nah

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em fuck 'em all

(When I get home)

(When I get home, when I get home)

(When I get home)

(When I get home, when I get home)