Lyrics
What?
Big-ass garage lookin' like Six Flags
Y'all know how I'm comin'
Chrome boxers and Rick pants
Pedal to metal, I'm doin' the dash
Get it first, then spend it last
15 years, belt to ass
Put her on stream, make her ex-nigga crash
I got cars with switches
'Bout to throw a party, fill my yard with bitches
Work hard, play hard, good brain, think smart
Lil' waist, cake large (damn, lil' shawty built like a horse)
We just fuckin', what you think I need to know your name for?
Hugh Hefner shit, I really shoulda ran Playboy
Lame niggas hate us, bad bitches, A plus
Ten countries, eight months, don't sleep, stay up
Not the same one, Rollies, not the same one
You got a Ferrari, but my keys not the same ones
I got my top down when I blaze one
She want the real one, not the fake one
Early mornin' rollin', wake and bake somethin'
Ain't savin' no bitches, no cape on
Ain't savin' no bitches, no cape on
I just hit one and now I got a newborn on the way
I gotta stunt hard, nigga, go hard every day
Pablo Juan, we work and we play hard (go hard)
Ass out, make you stay hard, I hit it out the park, A-Rod
I get it if they got my face card, from the project to a five-car garage
No more walkin', I got too many cars (many cars), got outta prison and got a ménage
I'm wantin' it like it's a massage
Investin' my money in stocks and the bonds
Fuck gettin' even, I go against the odds
I wake up, get fresh like everyday job (get fresh)
I don't wear a vest, my trust in Allah
You already fed or you never tried
Coutin' the money, it's gettin' me high (coutin' up)
I can't trust nobody
She a demon, suck the soul out me
She play with balls like a Globetrotter
Me and Wiz in the lowrider
Kickin' shit, we be toe poppin'
Just know that I'm keepin' it solid (it solid)
No limit, I'm P, I'm 'bout it (I'm 'bout it)
I'm in LA, I'm smokin' Biscotti (Biscotti)
My weed, bitches and cars exotic (exotic)
Not the same one, Rollies, not the same one
You got a Ferrari, but my keys not the same ones
I got my top down when I blaze one
She want the real one, not the fake one
Early mornin' rollin', wake and bake somethin'
Ain't savin' no bitches, no cape on
Ain't savin' no bitches, no cape on
I just hit one and now I got a newborn on the way
I gotta stunt hard, nigga, go hard every day
(Goin' hand to hand, and when I think basketball)
Ayo, man, I need y'all niggas to get up right now, we 'bout to go fuck these niggas up, man
You want me to help you right now?
Yeah, man, Wiz and all them Taylor Gang niggas, dawg
Well, Wiz wasn't there, but (Khalifa?) Yeah
Nigga tried to play me, bro, y'all comin' with me, come on, let's go
(I can't) nah, y'all comin' with me right now 'cause all I did was ask this nigga
(But, but why would Wiz) it don't even matter, bro, come on
(But how the fuck you get into it with Wiz?) Y'all niggas ain't comin'?
Nah, nigga, hell nah, I'm not comin' with you, what the fuck you mean?
Man, I don't give a fuck about (nah, he be with hella niggas, bro, them niggas)
I don't care 'bout none of that
Them niggas is super cool, bro, all they do is chill, smoke weed
You ain't comin' with me? (No)
Aight, well, I'ma go by my motherfuckin' self
'Cause that nigga just played the shit outta me, dawg, and I can't
Y'all niggas crazy, man, y'all niggas ain't gon' help me?