Uhh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what up Rozay
[Hook - The-Dream]
This is Rolex music (uhh)
Sittin' in the back of the 62", just me & my boo
Radio k**a music (uhh)
We always with the baddest hoes, f** the status quo
You can't see me (uhh), you can't see me (uhh)
Give a f** what you think, blowing bottles of that drink (uhh)
You can't see me (uhh), you can't see me (uhh)
Shawty we shut it down, down, down, you can't see me
[Verse 1 - The-Dream]
Red Ferrari, me and my cutie pie
Blowing money fast, westside shawty 'til I die
Back to the haters, wind in my face
Louis Vuitton shades, Levi jeans
And I feel like Master P cause my cards ain't got limits
Pull a black Visa - buy a black Jesus
My n***a Chris say he can't imagine what this is
Can't wait until you get home, n***a look how we living
Waking up, breaking up with the baddest b**hes
I heard my cousin told his mother "that n***a gettin it"
So this goes out to them haters, f** you and your blank stare
Arm out the window, smiley face, Rollie in the air
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Casha]
You already know what it is when you see me
Radio k**a straight out of the C P T
Compton if you didn't know, westside 'til I die
Hair down my back, Gucci Print on the bag
Cali swagger, rollie on my arm
See I been to hell and back, and I put that on my mom
And now I'm in the building with the hottest n***a doing it
Gotta get that money baby, that's why I'm pursuin it
It's a celebration when them gold presidential links
Are wrapped around your wrist, yeah, shawty is the sh**
So this song for them haters, f** you and your blank stare
Smiley face, Rollie way up in the motherf**ing air
[Hook]
[Outro - Casha & The-Dream]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Compton in this b**h
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ATL up in this b**h