Damn her hair standin' up
She just wanna party though
She heard we be blowin' money
Turn it into particles
When we hit the f**in' city
We gon' make the articles
Yeah, yeah
Catch me veerin' in the median
I'm in that brand new ghost
When I pull up to the club
You know the hoes gon' touch their toes
Countin' bills, f**in' hoes simultaneous
That girl so spontaneous
And she give me cranium
I might pull up with a DVD
And DVD your ho
Catch me flyin' down the median
I'm blowin' f**in' smoke
I might blow it out the gas
Means I'm blowin' out my nose
Yeah you know I let that money talk
That paper f**in' spoke
Ayy, drop top Vipers, we get all our food to go
I might take the top up off that b**h
And put it on the floor
You can't see me in the spot
I'm higher than a UFO
I got b**hes out in London
And got hoes in Tokyo, let's go
Every dog has his day
Sick 'em, sick 'em
Lil' n***a you can hate
Jig 'em, jig 'em
Hundred G's on the table
Flip 'em, flip 'em
Everybody ain't able
Drill 'em, drill 'em
Got a duplex with a crazy view
Throw the cash up, make her hula hoop
Pinkie ring on igloo
Backwoods crushin' grapefruit juice
Pull a 60 out the pouch like a kangaroo
Told y'all I wasn't f**in' playin'
Say you love me, b**h, say it don't spray it
Blow the 50s layer by layer, yeah
Snuck backstage with no wristband
Tryna ride me like [?]
[?] tap dance
[?] middle man
Light head on my waist
Yeah I got good taste
I've been livin' on the edge
So I can't play it safe
Take a reality check
All of my n***as [?]
[?] jumbo jet