[Verse 1: Church St]
Runnin' outta friends
I'm so low on trust
These n***as showing palm
I don't show no love
I'm just so uncut, why i'm low on cash? Because I'm Polo-ed up
My mama like “Shalani, why you won't grow up?”
Rodney rolling, otherwise I dolo one
Driving, here the po-po come
I better hide the goods in my lower bra
Feet up, chilling with the soda pop
Everybody's tryna knock the coldest off, but no you not
Plug at the Chick-fil-A, plug at the yogurt shop
Free food queen, hit the weed, then I smoke it off
Two best friends, one boo, that's my only squad
But they don't ask for nothing cause they got their own boiling pots
We all tryna get away, all tryna own a yacht
Out in Bora Bora with the liquor in the coconut
Then I get my shoulders rubbed
Women do my hair, I let em oil it up, and braid it down my back while I'm rolling up
[Verse 2: Church St]
If time is money, b**h I'm running out time
Baby stay in school if that's your ONLY grind
But I want more for mine
Fifty acres with a horse to ride
No forcing vibes, if you not with me, then you on the other side You on that last good leg, that's why you always humping mine
I had to pop that a** a least a hundred times
You be screaming every time
The f**ing sergeant, I keep everyone in line
Yeah he a hoe, but he ain't NEVER been in mine
The strawberry fanta with the medicine and lime
Gimme an hour in this b**h and I'll be blurring every line
Right now I'm sober as a f**, that means I'm barely in my prime
You know I start to feel that liquor when my hair is to the side
Solo cup, so when I call, he know what's up, and he arrives
Then I let him kiss my [?], then I leave that boy behind
[C&S Church St]
Solo cup, so when I call, he know what's up and he arrives
Then I let em kiss my [?] and I leave that boy behind