Lyrics
It's late at night
That's when I get my paper right
On two shots of patron, roll a blunt and
Fuck around and get my lady right
It's time to do these songs
These hoes can't stay the night
It's Mr. Cowabung, I'm on a wave tonight
I gave my niggas two songs like it's Arizona
Rolling in a ghost this shit ain't paranormal
Jamming' Weezy F the F for Ferragamo
And since I was a youngin' had a pair of mamas
Picasso on my wall this in my DNA
And you can never grade me by no GPA
Walking with a bank this ain't no SBA
My lil patna out here moving birds
But ain't no feather weight
Different color bitches like a peacock
Bandaid on all my wounds like Mama EI
It's that nigga with that country grammar
Sun like I'm Sanford, rubber banding like I'm TI, woah
Pour some for the ones who couldn't make it here
We finna ball forever baby i can't play it fair
Life short like some mufuckin' baby hairs
So fuck it imma pop my shit don't let me take it there
Windows down blowing that indo
Colorado O's even twelve know the ten-four
That bar high, imma vault let niggas limbo
Pieces on the board all here I'm yelling bingo
Forty on my hip let's get into some shit
I'll have em flying like team rocket they wanna trip
In the city, this double cup got me on the fence
Charging shit to the game feel like I'm paying rent
Got the city on my back, we doing jersey numbers
I'm tryna have 10 million before I'm 30 sumn
Now they wanna come around when they see me turning up
Class in session my going one let me learn you sumn, yeah