Quarter million dollars all on my skin Tote this F&N like I got license Fuck stop signs and red lights, I don't do no stoppin' Jump off the tightrope, I'm tryna dive in Yeah, Yeah, cook that shit up Quay Ain't been in the studio for like three or four weeks

We in Lil Cali and Pakistan Ralo tell them where we at (yeah) I had to earn my stripes Cook that shit up Quay (yeah, yeah) Four pockets (whoo) Baby, yeah, uh, yeah Four pockets on full My trunk and my hood