(I) see you dancing for the young wolves oh oh oh Maybellene I Hofteholder Could scream like a pig, could bark like a dog Just to get attention as I'm chasing you down the hall Got a fire burning as I'm smoking you out again Could you be the only one

Cause I (want you) I'ma go head to ride with you My baby when I get you get you get you get you Smoking lokin' poking the deja till I'm idle with you Now baby when I'm riding here I'm riding dirty Registration is out of service Smoking lokin' drinking

She shake it, it feel real The paper flowin' still, now that bitch wanna chill Damn, this shit stay chill My homies the real deal, we smokin' that kill-kill They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down My homies the real deal, we smokin' that

Pull up swerving in a coupe Move them bricks to the bando like, ouu Diamond on my wrist and it look like glue Maison Margiela all over my shoe Walk in the club and I flex like ouu Walk in the club and I flex like, ouu Smokin' on loud pack, ouu

Na, na, na, na, na, na, Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Oh where did the party go? We were ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Where, where did the party go? And all the boys are smoking Menthol's,

I might take off on you peons and go away to Venus I'm a star so I put a neutron on my pinkie I'm moonwalking but my Christian Loubotin's bleeding I'm smoking moonrocks, shawty, and I feel the ceiling (And I'm codeine dreaming, and I'm codeine dreaming)

I want a man with a smoking jacket and I want a man with a smoking jacket A deeper pocket with money to burn I want a man who knows his status And he makes a habit of loving me till it hurts I want a man, I want a man He might be heavy on the pedal But

Mobbin' on the low Fuckin' on the low Smokin' on the low Schemin' on the low The furthest thing from perfect Like everyone I know What more can I say now? I still been drinkin' on the low I still been plottin' on the low

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star) Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them the shottas When my homies pull

When I wake up Only money is on my mind Only hunnits is on my mind Before I had money I swear that I had no life Now I get drunk and I'm smokin' weed Poppin' pills all the time You say you wanna fuck all of my niggas You read my mind