Ambitions

La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la Come with me Hail Mary, run with me What do we have here now? Let's get high tonight La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la Ever since 'Pac had ambitions of a rider I was gettin' billies like Maguire Rippin' through the villi in a Chrysler All I know is rack, rack city, I rack in rack city Rack city girl, living like Tyga Women in designer, blow a couple hundred on my rider Spend the other hundred on the tyre Lookin' like a Jenner girl, I can get you wetter than Mariah (shh) Stick it like MacGyver, swisher in the fryer likе (woo) You wanna talk the money then you push it to thе choir Lookin' like a liar, when it comes to bars I'm the star of the cast like Idris on The Wire R-r-r-rock a microphone with the boom funk Mmm, yeah, I'm a freestyler Ever since a teen, pussy, money, weed That been in my genes, I been on fire Switch up the flow Bitches get low Call me Sriracha 'cause Chilli the sauce Dickin' her raw, booty retarded I'm callin' her Cardi, I'm hittin' that raw Spliff in the draw, all things Versace With bitches that party in Christian Dior, like (Chill, answer your phone) My manager called, but I'm missing his call I'm missing his- argh (fuck's sake) I'm travelling Hell's Atlas Got a J in the valley, I'm all packed in Snakes in my fly, but they lie to my face Now the snakes on a plane, they Samuel L. Jackson Practice is all that it takes, you can't backflip All the money I make, you can't tax it We were friends, then I fucked all the friends in the end There's DiCaprio, you can't catch him (woo) I'm lighting up a spliff Always been from Western when I fire off the clit Girl, why you on my dick? You emcees talk about weed like you Paddle Pop, lyin' on a stick You lying to your bitch, you ain't got getting money motherfucker You ain't hustling, you buying shit on - You been hiring your whip Yeah, I catch mics, do dealies All I know is catch a flight, not feelings Wait, got a sesh and the ganja Border securities, gettin' it past 'em Bless me a fiddy, no stress for the biddy Having sex in the city like Jessica Parker So, heavenly father, forgive me Cannabis in my throat, got Valium in the coke Yeah, I'm throwin' with the bars, my 50s are gettin large And you call me Noah's Ark, there's animals on the boat When I'm lit up on the back seas Boats and hoes, can he pack it with the pack, G? Ocean to the back streets, yeah, I stick them my soul I been kickin' the goal, I'm El Masri Argh, lightin' up a spliff 'Cause I've always been from Western when I fire off the clit Girl, why you on my dick? Emcees talk about weed But you Paddle Pop, Paddle Pop, Paddle Pop, Paddle Pop Bitches get low Call me Sriracha 'cause Chilli the sauce Dickin' her raw, booty retarded I'm callin' her Cardi, I'm hittin' that raw Spliff in the draw, all things Versace With bitches that party in Christian Dior, like My manager called, but I'm missing his call I'm missing his- argh La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la Come with me Hail Mary, run with me What do we have here now? Let's get high tonight La-la-la-la, la-la, la-la Hahahahaha Call me Sriracha 'cause Chilli the sauce Paddle Pop, Paddle Pop, Paddle Pop, Paddle Pop Hahaha Call me Sriracha 'cause Chilli the sauce Call me Sriracha, yeah, call me Sriracha 'cause Chilli the sauce Let it fade out for a bit Let these motherfuckers have the beat They can loop that shit Spit like that