Gettin' high, chillin' with my bros Gettin' high, blazin' with the bros And you know I got a gang of pre-rolls Talkin' 'bout these hoes, yeah Tryna dodge these hoes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woah, oh, woah It's gon' be your favorite song

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

And nothing else matters like love And I don't really care about nothing else (Nothing else matters) Yeah, no, nothing else I don't wanna fight, not tonight 'Cause we're having fun now And nothing else matters like us You just gotta believe, if it leaves

Choppa won't miss a nigga Hundred round drum killin' everybody Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew! Yeah! We ain't wasting no time (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Splat, splat, splat, woo! She hop on the dick and she split Hop on my dick like a bitch

Forget about the price tag It's not about the money, money, money We don't need your money, money, money We just wanna make the world dance Wanna make the world dance Ain't about the ha cha-ching cha-ching Ain't about the yeah ba-bling ba-bling Everybody

Oh-oh-oh shit Ah, pose, bitch Bitch, I know you know Fired up, I'm sorted Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Stay dope, hoe rich

Horses in the stable, horses in the stable That I can ride, oh anytime (Yeah) That I can ride, oh anytime I told her give somethin' good I might come back I snap my fingers they be on me just like that They know the way that I’m living ain't right You're

I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up Ain't got no tears left to cry So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up (oh yeah) Right now, I'm in a state of mind Yeah, we turnin' it up Comin' out, even when it's rainin' down Oh, I just want you to come with me

He wanna pop a wheelie Ride him like a Kawasaki They telling me be humble but they know I'm cocky Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi I'm sipping saki

When you gonna let me know? I've been talking to your answerphone, na na Something tell me you don't want to know, na na When I call you, you don't answer phone, na na You don't love me, you should let me know, na na (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)