Uh, yeah, okay, I just got the weed rolled light it up and look at her and she just make Her eyes Roll

Proceeding to get high and plot on how to build a bankroll

'Cause I don't see me working nine to 5s at 40 years old

You know who the fuck I am? Bitch, that's Dom Frisko

Old school shit, dope beat, talk my shit slow

I don't compete with no one, walk around like The Chosen

My friends got kids, I'm still getting high at the crib

My pull-out game is the shit

Years keep stacking, time keep passing

I just keep going, these other fools still lagging

If you want it, make it happen

Only time I drop is if that motherfucker slapping

Yeah, they wanna take my spot, they want my plugs

They think I'm fucking these bitches but they just showing me love

But if they really talking about it, know I'm packing the gloves

Yeah, packing the, and I gotta stay high

Baby, I'm a rolling stone, keep a bad bitch

'Cause I'm always trying to get it on

She like, you should rap about me in your next songs

I'm like, chill bitch, before I kick you out my car

And I hardly say my name because they know just who we are

All these perks, they just come with the job

Of a don in the making and it's got me like

Oh my God, oh my God, yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Yeah, this that shit right there, yeah this that shit right there

Oh, this that shit right there, yeah this that right here