[Intro]. Fresh outta that. Back to the trap. 808 Mafia. 808. Metro Boomin want some more nigga?. [Hook]. Hey I fuck her once forget her. I pull up and upset em. Smoke kush it make me feel better. Your bitch choosin' just let her. Your bitch choosin' just let her. Your bitch choosin' just let her. Your bitch choosin' just let her. [Verse 1]. Ugh Whole lotta Kush whole lotta cars. Whole lotta hoes whole lotta cash. Whole lotta planes whole lotta spots. Whole lotta rooms whole lotta pot. And it ain't gonna stop. [Bridge]. My niggas got (all in). My niggas got (all in). My niggas came (up in here). My niggas came (up in here). Your niggas ain't (ballin'). Your niggas ain't (ballin'). That's why your bitch want. (A real nigga to call in). [Hook]. [Verse 2]. Ugh at me like a lighter in the wind. Tryna find out where I'm going. Your girl's figured out what I'm driving. You're out on the town and your nigga don't know. Rollin' up tryna keep it on the low. You ain't on Instragram taking pictures. Tryna make the best of the moment. Parents don't know when your boss might kill ya. Man these hoes so familiar. One minute on the team next minute they ain't withcha. Like the ho from the Clippers. Laid up watchin' movies in my Bathing Ape slippers. I got all this. I got a crib with a court in the back motherfucker I'm ballin'. Kush conin' at the table taking shots and it's gone then. As I called it. (Your bitch want me woah. Aw man shit aye! 28 grams nigga). And my sweats cost more than your whole outfit. Shit I got on it ain't from the store. Let her put it on while she rollin' Raw's. Young Khalifa man all on the walls