This my season, man

Fuck with your boy, man

(Haha, what the f—?)

(Haha, what the f—?)

(Haha, what the f—?)

I'm too high, believe me, yeah

Got 'em sick, they throwin' up, they said they got bulimia, yeah

SRT the coupe, I drive it fast, I love the feelin', yeah

I been poppin' shit, they see me, ask me how life treat me, yeah (Woah, woah)

Yeah, yeah

You know I'm counting it up, you know I get to the funds, uh, yeah

You know my feelings so low, baby, I'll lead you on, uh, yeah

I need some serotonin, you're not moving on, huh

The money comin' in, I ain't give a fuck (Fuck)

The way I'm movin', I got black truck, black truck, yeah, woah, woah

I've been mixin' mostly lean up in my gut (Yeah, yeah)

I know I'm steppin' fly, bad bih' wan' roll my blunt, woah (Yeah, yeah)

I've been counting up (Yeah, what?)

I won't feel they high, I won't feel they love, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)

Doors suicide, mean they going up (Yeah, yeah)

Run a damn mile when I'm in the cut (Huh)

This shit lotta low, I've been feelin' love (Feeling love)

This shit, this shit lotta low, I've been needin' you (Need you)

Running up, I get the dough, I've been out of love (Out of love)

She say, "You want meet the bro?" He gon' meet the tool (Huh)

It's a lot of love, why I feel the lust? (Yeah)

It's a-it's a lot of love, I'm not needing you (Huh)

Fuck her and I take the thong, you ain't keeping up (Yeah, what?)

She got body and some style, mixed with attitude

Yeah, yeah

You know I'm counting it up, you know I get to the funds, uh, yeah

You know my feelings so low, baby, I'll lead you on, uh, yeah

I need some serotonin, you're not moving on, huh

The money comin' in, I ain't give a fuck (Fuck)

The way I'm movin', I got black truck, black truck, yeah, woah, woah

I've been mixin' mostly lean up in my gut (Yeah, yeah)

I know I'm steppin' fly, bad bih' wan' roll my blunt, woah (Yeah, yeah)

(Ooh)

Money keep coming in, I ain't give a fuck (Braah', wha'?)

(Haha, what the f—?)

(Haha, what the f—?)