text: Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
  I got a plan like Master P
  Told her everything aint what it seem
  Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
  Im the king of all her dreams
  Super fresh like Listerine
  Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
  Mardi Gras, a party ting
  Open up, dont tell a thing
  Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
  Drop the top and catch a vibe
  Pockets on the lottery
  Yeah, balling we spendin the bag
  If I give you everything
  Would you go pop these tags?
  If I was down bad
  Would you give all you had?
  I just wanna make you laugh
  I dont wanna make you mad
  I dont wanna make you sad
  I just wanna make you glad, yeah
  Swervin off up in the car
  Babygirl goin too fast
  Babygirl gotta brag
  Babygirl way too different
  Shawty, she dont ever listen
  Im Jordan, she Scottie Pippen
  Ayy, go to the moon for a vacay
  That is my lil baby
  She be drivin me cray-cray
  Might load up my AK
  Ima walk down right on that street
  Ima tell that boy come to me
  Ima tell him to take a seat
  Ima shoot him and his BB
  Oh, yeah
  Drivin the car, that suburban
  Lil baby go sit on my lap
  She ridin my dick while Im swervin
  I busted my nuts on her tits
  She seein my kids in person
  And she keep a Glock in the girdle
  Pull it out and she makin em hurdle
  Oh, yeah, she makin em nervous
  One-five, we keep it the service
  And I got the drugs like a merchant
  Cap callin, he sayin its urgent
  He callin, he check on my purchase
  I got it, my nigga, I earned it
  I flipped it and sold it and burned it
  I went to the land with the Persians
  Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
  I got a plan like Master P
  Told her everything aint what it seem
  Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
  Im the king of all her dreams
  Super fresh like Listerine
  Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
  Mardi Gras, a party ting
  Open up, dont tell a thing
  Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
  Drop the top and catch a vibe
  Pockets on the lottery
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, it be like
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
  Oh, oh, oh, oh 
  If I go to the grave, its gon be hard to replace me
  Cartier shades just to hide intoxication
  I go crazy for that money, insane for that paper
  I got shooters on demand, we aint payin for no cable
  Vampire, count that money in the dark
  I tote that stingray, but I know that Im a shark
  I split that lil bitch wig, then I tell her play her part
  I stillll shoot this bitch, I know Im hangin round stars
  You in my hand, somethin like sanitizer
  And I wont argue bout who get higher
  I aint stuntin that nigga cause I get way flyer
  Eat every beat that Im on, these tracks like appetizers
  Ayy, Lil Skies, you good? What you on?
  Yeah, smoking out the pound of P
  I got a plan like Master P
  Told her everything aint what it seem
  Okay, you got a light on you, a beam
  Im the king of all her dreams
  Super fresh like Listerine
  Okay, shawty, I got lots of teams
  Mardi Gras, a party ting
  Open up, dont tell a thing
  Okay, keep a secret, ride with me
  Drop the top and catch a vibe
  Pockets on the lottery