Im in a two seater, in the carpool
Gold runners on, and they are new
And gettin money, what we up to
You aint with us, then its fuck you
Play chess in the streets, make your move
My house in LA look like Cancun
These hoes be takin selfies in my bathroom
Fonem watch the spot from the cameras
We servin that come back, front one more
The judge cannot stop me from countin honchos
You gotta re-up when you run low
Ima run it up and Ima run for more
These bitch see the steez when I bop out the car
Met the bitch today but Ill get top by tomorrow
You dont get it like the gang, no not like the squad
Im on planet Earth, Im finna shoot back to Mars
On Mars with a scope, finna shoot at the stars
High as fuck, seein Saturn have a shootout with Mars
Your thot say she see me in two different cars
I just hit Neimans in a few different malls
Back to the wall, feet on the floor
Pedal to the metal, whole bunch of gold
Buy a lot of clothes, achieve a lot of goals
Friends turn foe but Im wavy like a float
Syrup got me like a snail
On the yacht, finna set sail
Smokin dope, finna inhale then exhale
All this loud in my fuckin lungs, man, I cant yell
I cant even pronounce my foreign ass bail
Bitch Im smoking on dope, bitch, I eat boss-anova
Bitch my pockets are boulders, we dont ride in no Rovers
Bitch we ride I8s, bitch Im high, outer space
Ride foreigns, no plates, OG Kush, you can taste
I smoke a zip every day, pour the 8 to the face
Bitch we game paper chase, bitch you food, cant relate
Might do a show in Japan, rockin outfits from France
Catch that pack when it land, watch me go count them bands
At the stoplight, two-seater, me and Yo
Me and Sosa fucked up, nah, that aint no
Hit the club, bitches bustin everywhere, yo-yo
Do my thing, flee the scene, Ima leave with po-po
Snow bunny with me sniffin Coca Cola co-co
I used to be solo
I steady send shots, miss and thats a low blow
String on the TEC like the string on a yo-yo
Run and Ima blow though
Coolin at the spot by the ocean
Pickin up a bitch off of Ocean Drive
Pulled up to Wells Fargo
Run out that bitch with the sack, hop in the car like bitch drive
I can try to walk a straight line but Im really high
And I couldve took a Greyhound but Im really fly
Oh yeah Im fuckin bitches, baby, Im not in denial
And the jury tryna steal me but Im takin it to trial