It's just different
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Let's go
Let's go
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Passion and intelligence
Pass me like a hundred spliffs
Passin' 'em as flowers, I'm young Kakarot, I got that stick
Triple-double thirty points, ten steals ten assists
Passin' everybody them blue shells ain't even catchin' us
The past ain't what the present is
You salty lookin' back at shit
Sweet lookin' at haters licks, you on that diabetic shit
Cash and the credit, bitch
Cream and the cheddar, bitch
Cash was everything around me and I'm out to get it quick
I'm loaded, I've been rich, shoulders always had these tips
But I'm always snappin' what these haters call a magic trick
I just want the baddest bitch
Bad in all relationships
Go through phones when you alone
Say I talk to every bitch
Don't apologize, it's fuckin'
I shine on the humble nigga, my wallet feelin' low
My lady has a dollar to every dime that you is fuckin'
We poppin' like some collars, us and them dollars steady comin'
I battery that pussy, her percentage on a hundred
She in love with this ambition
How detail-oriented
I apply that to her like I do my art and know my business
That's how these racks keep comin' in, we adored by all these bitches
But they neglected forever, women, real niggas gotta pay attention
Haters all up in your mentions, 'cause they got no honor mention
I'm top two and I'm knocked two and fuck whoever think different
My confidence from all the time I spent just perfect
And these lyrics, it's timeless, y'all gon' witness
Passion and intelligence
Pass me like a hundred spliffs
Passin' in, bitch, clouds, I'm your tacker, right, I got that stick (yeah)
Triple-double thirty points, ten steals, ten assists
Passin' everybody, them blue shells ain't even catchin' this
The past ain't what the present is
Tonti lookin' back at shit, it's sweet lookin' to head his licks
We on that diabetic shit
Cash and the credit, bitch
Cream and the cheddar, bitch
Tash moves everything around me and I'm out to get it quick
Pour it up, like Rihanna said
Pour it up, take it to the head
Pour it up, bet that cup overflow
Guess it's a blessing in my presence, how it's supposed to go (facts)
Slide with me, girl, finish your night proper (proper)
I'm the type that's treatin' your clit like a girl stopper
Got the pussy bustin' on me like I gotta chop her
And tell her bend it over after, then it's block up, block up, block up
In it to the wall, kissin' all on the net
Smooth operator, I'ma get it drippin' wet
And I'ma weather this storm, keep her comin' right back
And back to back until she think her legs ain't attached
Her pussy blowin' me kisses, my shirt put on my back
Know she a savage, niggas fucked around and got attracted
Straight water, ass fat 'til you got that soul like a hot-ass check
From the God J. Cole, K. Dot, they slapped, she is not no hoe
She do not play that, do not even go, do not spend racks
If you got that tab, then she got that cab
Maneuvers in the Ubers, then she drop that ass
Fuckin' on the table, then we drop that glass
I don't even know that, I'm not gon' pass
But I'm not gon' smash, 'cause I got them bros
And they told me that, they hit that shit first
But I can't go last, can't go last (can't go last)
Why the fuck will I hit that after the balls bro?
I just can't go last
Can't go last
Gotta go first, can't go last
Passion and intelligence
Pass me like a hundred spliffs
Passin' in these clouds, I'm your Kakarot, I got that stick
Triple-double thirty points, ten steps, ten assists (balling)
Passin' everybody them blue shells ain't even catchin' us
The past ain't what the present is
You salty, lookin' back and shit
Sweet lookin' at head and slicks
We on that diabetic shit
Cash in that credit bitch
Cream in the cheddar bitch
Cash rules everything around me
And I'm out to get it quick, bitch
Dollar, dollar bill yo