text: Butterfly doors give me road rage 
  Still ride round with the old gang 
  Astro, she got brains 
  Pop it, she got aim 
  Chinese eyes, real lo mein
  Keep the Devil from my soul, man 
  Keep the angels goin both ways 
  I hit a lick, double-back on it 
  I got four dubs so Im back on it 
  Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on em 
  Stuck in the pot cookin crack on em 
  Perky and Molly, Im back on it 
  Bitch, I dont play with that money, no 
  Boy, what you say? Got a mil of those 
  Dont dunk a brick, rather finger-roll 
  Bitch ridin dick on her tippy-toes 
  Fuck all this pain, nigga, fuck all this fame 
  Nigga, Im up like Im sellin cocaine 
  Takin this jet to Quebec and then Spain 
  My pockets loaded, cant walk, need a cane 
  Butterfly doors give me road rage 
  Still ride round with the old gang 
  Astro, she got brains 
  Pop it, she got aim 
  Chinese eyes, real lo mein
  Keep the Devil from my soul, man 
  Keep the angels goin both ways
  Run it up, then hit the runway 
  Butterfly doors give me road rage 
  Still ride round with the old gang 
  Astro, she got brains 
  Pop it, she got aim 
  Chinese eyes, real lo mein
  Keep the Devil from my soul, man 
  Keep the angels goin both ways
  Run it up, then hit the runway
  Hidin thousands on a private 
  Told the driver, Keep it flyin 
  Yeah, trip through the crib 
  Yous amazed, I aint sent 
  Losin days by the blue 
  See the fate