Yah, yah yah
Woah
Mm, mm, mm
Yah yah
In that bitch, can't fucking waste my time
I just hit the plug for another line
Had to get a bag and get up on my grind
We just scored a lot of tris now I feel right
And we just poured up the Wok into the Sprite
Countin' hella bands, damn that shit is slight
Jack called me and he said the future's bright
Yah, and I think he is right
Thumbing through them bands, countin' up with Lil Shine
On that Hi-Tech splash, baby, I'm high as a kite
Pull up V12 coupe, drop the roof, they lose they minds
Cash out on Dior, got expensive appetite
Your bitch want some more, fuck that ho but she not mine
Show that bitch the door, fuck her once then say bye-bye
If the price is right, baby, I can buy your life
Cannot trust a whore, lil' bro, take my advice
Panamera Porsche, baby, let's go for a ride
Tropicana Orange with the cherry red insides
Got her in a trance, wanna live that rockstar life
Open up her legs, okay, watch me take a dive
Go crazy
On a four, got me lazy
Pour up the drank, got me wavy
Fuck her best friend, now she hate me
Can't love a ho, do no chasing
Rockstar lifestyle, it's amazing
Just spilled the lean on my Ksubis
Tough on the 'Net but he a goofy
Yeah, uh, uh
Uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh