'67

Riding in the whip, feel like the '67 Cutlass

Gas to get a ride, it's like a pass for the bus, shit

Out to get the funds, niggas love to be on fuck shit

But a nigga cruising, doing 35 down Sutphin

Might hit the bodega, grab an Ari and some chips

Barely know her, but you acting like you Barbie to the bitch

Thinking that she Ken, I don't trip, I sit back and laugh

I been smoking on that gas, got brown liquor in the glass

That's a half, it's still early, watch the sunset,

That SIS just finished playing, dog, I got the up next

Told 'em we would turn it up, so why these niggas upset?

You heard about them stealing women? I guess we the suspects

I promise, I'm not pressed like the daily news,

Shawty seen me making moves, so now she wanna make a move

It sound good when she talking like she been here

Making money, sinning, but at least a nigga sincere

And these days, I been living for the days like this

Just got paid, and I already paid my whip

I know the game, man, you won't ever take my bitch

And if you do, then you gotta hit the PayPal shit

Mayweather, when it's June, I play better

He look real from afar, but he more like fake leather

Make sure she eat her fruit, cause then it's gon' taste better

They satisfied where they at, I pray that I relate never, feel me

Roll the windows up, put the AC on

Riding in the whip, my nigga play my song

Working all damn night, I know it's taking long

I'm tryna make a way, so many niggas came and gone

But we on the runway, this shit is taking off

She spent a whole hour on that outfit just to take it off

I been working too hard, she tryna make me moan

Gotta make a way, I don't know what niggas waiting on

I got a few things on my bucket list,

Like tryna figure out who they fucking with

Got a Spanish bitch, she on demon time, call her succubus, she love sucking it

But just like this rap shit, when it's no fun in it, I'll be done with it

And they keep calling my government, aint about money, switch the subject, shit