If you're feelin' what I'm feelin' let's mix it up, You got my number baby hit me up, If you need a little late night pick me up, We ain't gotta make up just kiss me, We could straight up blame it on the whiskey, You ain't gotta wake up and miss me, no,

Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, b-ball for me, yeah Oh oh oh oh oh ooh, ball for me Baby could you? I got too much on my mind right now I ain't got the time to get you Saint Laurent down Could you? I got too much on my mind right now Time to hit Rodeo, give my baby

Who want to get involved with us? Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us No matter how you bust, you ain't hard as us It's not, what you say, but how you spit it It's not, what you got, but how you get it Come on, Golden State done finally did it Break

(nothin' but love nothin' but love) Ain't got nothin' but love for you Here I sit by my window thinking about all the things that I've been through There were times where I never thought I get to where I got to Had some angels to guide me someone who

I've been on my shit, 'cause I'm hot now I ain't used to get it but I got it now You can't tell me shit, tell me nothin' Anything I want, I pull up in Two joints, that's double homicide Cop one for you and your friends Rolling papers two

It won't be because I ain't tryin' You see I've got myself an angel Well, if I never get to heaven Eleven once or twice ain't bad If I never get to heaven And that's all I need to be my guide If I never hit seven I said, if I never hit seven And that's

The man with the plan, I ain't playing, I'm 'bout business Lil Kodak had to get it off the Land, talking Disney You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney Floating on a Xan, swear to God it got me dizzy Project baby, I remember eating

I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Get to point blank range and fire I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich Motherfucker get in the way of my bread Then I'm goin'

Know a nigga gotta talk my shit I ain't think twice, I paid that price and we did this, nigga Look, reached every goal I actually set I had to sit back down and rearrange that list, nigga Look, and now I'm out here gettin' rich You know a nigga gotta

I ain't hit your baby mama, I hit her with the curveball I don't need no friends, I just wanna win I got this new Benz and it's all I need She listen to her friends, they wanna get in She don't understand that they'll slob on me If I let 'em, ain't gon'