Hopscotch (feat. Swae Lee)

Hop scotch, jump into my ride, ride or die

Hop scotch, jump into her thighs, slip and slide

I know you could see the dollar signs in my eyes

I don't want to talk to ya long, way too high

Chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', birdies in my ride

Chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', birdies on my line

Step outside, see me poppin', pulling up in my ride

All we want to do is feel alive 'fore we die

Yeah, off the magazine with the stars

Crash the limousine, stumble out

I'ma make a scene with the yacht

Baby girl a feen for that gwop

You can't even reach money tall

New Tesla with the software installed

I still got the drink, praise God

These **** losing but it ain't my fault

These **** mad but it ain't my fault

Two hundred racks that'll break my fall

Take off my shirt and, yeah, she taking off her bra

Jump in the drop, yeah, I mean it's hopscotch

A lot of cameras a **** can't dodge

I'm going hard, ****, no soft spots

Don't wanna see us getting money, don't watch

I'm switching top models sitting on my crotch

Hop scotch, jump into my ride, ride or die

Hop scotch, jump into her thighs, slip and slide

I know you could see the dollar signs in my eyes

I don't want to talk to ya long, way too high

Chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', birdies in my ride

Chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', birdies on my line

Step outside, see me poppin', pulling up in my ride

All we want to do is feel alive 'fore we die

Yellow tape the scene with the Glock

Came up serving feens 'round the clock

In my wildest dreams, never thought

I'd hop out throwin' green at a thot

Now my money machine never stop

No lie, I'm with the team at the top

Don't try or you gon' leave with a shot

Oh my, my bitch the cream of the crop

First whip came from whippin' in the pot

Getting top while I'm sitting in the drop

Big shot, Scottie Pippen of the block

Big shot, .40 kickin' at the opps

Ya bitch busy, ****, please don't call

I'm going dizzy doin' donuts in the 'Rar

A **** got rich, praise God

Still can't believe a **** made it this far

Hop scotch, jump into my ride, ride or die

Hop scotch, jump into her thighs, slip and slide

I know you could see the dollar signs in my eyes

I don't want to talk to ya long, way too high

Chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', birdies in my ride

Chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', chirpin', birdies on my line

Step outside, see me poppin', pulling up in my ride

All we want to do is feel alive 'fore we die