Yeah, awwh yeah

A yeah, awwwh yeah

Ayy, what's up, Slime, how you doin

Getting money makin' that music, yeah Fuckin' this hoe, knock her screws loose

Might sing to the hoe like Toosie, yeah

Wipe me down like Boosie, Tank on E, but the drinks on me, yeah

And when I pull up, watch ya hoe, she tryna freak on me, yeah

Fresh as hell, but I gotta talk to God before I go to sleep, yeah

Mitch & Ness jersey, I ball like Jordan in 93

On the E way with some freaks, I don't know how they all fit in

Yeah, the coupe only got two seats, but they still tryna get in

Walk in this bitch and I flex my wrist like I'm Dion son

He want smoke, I hope he pray send him to God son

These bitches too toxic, no I can't do relations

Brody keep a glock 9, like he be with the Haitians

She want taste it, I told her, come and taste it

In that fast car, Paul Walker, I'ma race it

Lil' Saint and that money stay adjacent

Got it out the dirt, lil ****, got it out the pavement

Yeah, I got that shit all on my own, ain't let y'all change me

Smokin' on this dope all on my own, I had to face it

To the stars from the start, this shit spacey

I don't do that shit that y'all be doin, that shit basic

Woah, ayy, cause I'm a star

Aliens around me, I be chillin' up in Mars

She wanna have a party, huh, then get it goin

I got racks just like Serena, play with racks just like a toy

Yeah, I'm gettin' bread, bitch, new Chanel kit

Bitch look good in the new Chanel fit

Walk through your hood and them **** ain't know ya

Heard ya talk bout the gang and we let the Drac blow em

Lil **** want beef, better lace up your Nikes

I'm fuckin' on a treesh, yeah she do me nicely

Money just might grow on trees, way it fill my pockets

Shawty ask me if I high, I said, bitch I might be, uh, woah

Bitch, I might be, uh

Bitch, I might be, shawty ask me if I high, I said, bitch, I might be, uh