This for the mafia
This for the mob
This for my partna
This for the mob (TLG!)
My bitch lookin good like a money counter
Finna throw her a money shower
I'm iced up like Montana
Baby, what you on?
I'm tryna put you on jets
Put ice on your neck
She sing every key to the sing, geekin' along
This for the mafia
This for the mob!
This for the mafia
This for the mob!
This for the mafia
This for the mob!
This for the mafia
This for the mob!
We should just run it back
Courtside looking like a hunnid racks
Dirty stick stuff it in a Prada bag
In the slums know we got a lot of that
Yeah, got a lot of that
Ima just fuck this bitch, then ghost like a hologram
Ima just fuck this bitch, then ghost like a hologram
Ima just fuck this bitch, then ghost like a hologram
Ima just fuck this bitch, then ghost like a hologram
This that Ultra Sound, sonogram
Contraband! Contraband! Contraband!
Coolin kit stuffed in the buddha man
I'm way too high nigga gah damn
Why it feel like I'm off two xans?
You aint smoking on shit that be too stuffed up
I been at it all morning I'm too fucked up
The fuck... gah damn