Go get your dreams, let's shock your soul

We off of the clock, let's rock and roll

Tres bien we off to war

We knocking em off of the honour roll

I prayed for peace but not no more

I gave it a shot, I lost control

Catching my speed impossible

I'm not gonna stop oh no no no no

All of my dirty powers, man

They put me inside of a palace

I stay up for days on powders

Filling my nose, Columbian mountains

Money stream, a fountain

Got an accountant for my accountant

I'm fuckin the maximums mouth

I'm blowing it out and I'm hitting the town, oh

Wake up, it's blast off

If you see yourself when you look in my face

Take your, mask off

You ain't gon ever be feeling this way

Shake your, ass off

I came out the womb I had 70 chains

They told me lil boy you were born to be made

Taught all these pussies the games that they play

Yeah, they jumping off rooftops for this lifestyle

Not then, need it right now, fire chief shutting the lights down

Uh huh, yeah, wild out, bitch about what you don't like now

Lil boos, wipe down, show what you do when you through with the night gown

Five in a row make a bitch say Yahtzee

Snakeskin lifestyle I'm yall proxy

Fuck yall dudes yall dudes just not me

Just not me, just not me

Oh, this is the jam for

When I go getting to getting one

Yeah, oh, my god

I ain't scared of anyone

Yeah, woah

These boys are like puppies I'm kicking em

These bitches I'm sticking my dick in em

Of course I been out here out living em

Something they learned today

Virtue no nasty, no regular name

Let's go to the moon, let's jump out a plane

Sip from the juice we gon make you insane ah nah

Cabo, i surf the wave

They running on fumes when I'm switching my lane

What would you do to get rid of the blame?

I swim in the truth they all running away nah nah

Fuck em, man, everyone

They throwing the shade but I stay in the sun

Don't talk about plays like you making em

I'm leaving em fried and that's everyone

Awhooo, yeah, ready or not

You bought her the pants well I'm taking em off

Doing my thing bout the bag in her bra

I'm living my days like I'm Mardidi Gras

Think about things you could say to my face

When I see em I leave em all over the place

And the next time they see you gon be in a vase

What the fuck do you know about being this paid

Said I think I could tell em, don't know a thing

Think I could smell em, man do they stank

Taught all these boys the games that they play

Shut the fuck up when you talking to me