Yeah, yeah, yeah

On your bitch page

Yeah, salt

Caveman vibes

Young **** bold and cold, word to King James

Lookin' for me, pictures prolly on your bitch page

I wake up everyday, schemes to get paid

Get made, I been a fuckin' man since the fifth grade

Forever faded, young Jimmy Rolfstein

In the dark season speedin' and my speakers loud as my reefer chiefin'

Leavin' the permanent smell off in the car

Nah, this ain't that bag weed, I get mine in a jar

And it taste so good that I don't usually do cigars

Just papers but on this occasion I have no patience

Cause after we finish blazin', baby my dick need in your jaws

And I hope you give a performance worthy of an applause

Pause, so do you get it, shawty? No hands

Name is D-A-Dolla, never was a Rodney romance

Living too fast, never learned how to slow dance

And my cousins told me money be the only time you hold hands, damn