[intro: Michael Cera]
[verse 1: Ace Henderson]
9:45 in this b**h
Think I might head to my cla** like quarter past 10 (late as f**)
Send a quick text to Kim
Ask her at 4:23, 'What's Good with your friend'?/
I've got a friend of a friend
And they got kegs and kush and coke at the crib
I don't know why you pretend
Like you don't know that I got it, it's cool if you sin!
And it's real ev-i-dent
Obviously you don't know who you deal-in' with
Last name: Henny
First name: Ace
Gold on my neck like I'm in first place
Oh me, oh my
Too damn fly
Ray-ban frames all on my eyes
New York n***as say I'm wavy like my hair is texturized/
Mami's call me papi and they ain't even hispanic (okay papi)
In my head I see all this bread
I'm talking sandwich, stacked on sandwich...
I'm a young n***a-tryna-get-paid...
And fly on private planes, sippin, minute-maid/
[Chorus]
Gold all on my wrist
Girls all in my pics
Cookin' dope with Chris, to get mom and dad new whips/
Southside hit licks
Northside n***as flip bricks
West$ide n***as, East$ide n***as, everybody tryna get rich/x2
[Verse 2]
Drippin'-drippin' in gold moving-moving like a slow-poke
Simon says, simon says, baby drop it down-low
Mitch got the Kilo
Oye mami contigo
Tienen un culo esta mucho mucho bonito/
You should come with me though
Let's get blown
You can do it, I'mma watch
While I'm sitting on the throne
Alice never coming home
The white horse left the stable...
Had her hands around his waist and they waved to Abel/