Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em

They don't wanna see me love you Wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Can't let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me Revealing the layers to my soul Cause I'm from a tribe called check a hoe I been waiting

Bath, bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face Wait, wait a minute Bath salt, bitin' speakers in the face I get it how I live it I live it how I get it Count the mothafuckin' digits I pull up with a lemon Not 'cause she ain't livin' It's just your eyes get

Why I wanna stay when they all leave? Should I smoke your alcohol or drink some weed? Shit, I'm confused, what the fuck am I sayin'? On your pussy I'mma go Super Saiyan, Saiyan Should I stay sober until the end? Should I get wasted until my mind's

Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow You lost in the shape of my hips Hope there is a mood And if you really down we can find it (I can get close to you baby, pull me closer, what are you about?) Hold it, need it, need it, yeah Touch me, take me,

Get buzzed, let's get fucked up Get, get, get drunk lets California show me love California throw it up California, so high we'll ride all night California, show me love Get, get, get Comin' straight outta Cali (what!?) The 818 valley (what?!)

I am the God Nigga, I am the God Granada I'm falling under your spell You know I get the kilos Cincuenta por ciento If you are not bilingual Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore we run your ass down Underground how I came out

All I want from you is drug sex Run it up and never go back (Go back) Tell me why the fuck you mad though? (Mad though) I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough) I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho) Forty pointers on your ho-ass

You better cheat-cheat No reason to play fair Cheat-cheat or don't get anywhere Cheat-cheat if you can't win I get violent when I'm fucked up I get silent when I'm drugged up Want excitement, don't get none, I go wild I don't know what can be done about

This that Juelz Santana, rockin' them Gucci bandanas In the war zone with the hittas I'ma pop up on you in the latest Count my racks up, take a little dope Get my pistol, I don't trust these folk I fuck with shawty 'cause she don't post (Post, post)