After the seventh bottle we sever ties Seventeen thousand watching while you do it live You be whilin, so do I I don’t know the rules I make em all mine So lovely how the money rain down on you Ain’t it funny how the honey keep a tip jar full? You do everything my ex girlfriend don’t do But it ain’t about you Pull up in all white vans same color all my fans I really rock bands hoes call me Led Zeppelin But I don’t really wear tight pants Enough of that jazz Bought a three flat in the south of the land Cool as mike gam face in the mags I ain’t talking bout covad My lifestyle get sad just pulling your leg Internet hit like curry she telling all her friends And I'm all for it I just keep on scoring Ten, ten, ten, ten, ten, ten check the scoreboard Ex calling and I hit forward I got business more important I’m down south Houston and Georgia I’m tied up and I ain’t cooperate Made a fortune off my sorrows Felt like I just hit the lotto Took her shopping in San Pablo Then went right back to Chicago Show popping at the college Slide in dm’s sent out follows Designer belt look like a tital Pockets buff but I ain’t shia Pants on fire, hands on fire Rap like I just ate two cayennes I’m that new king of the jungle Rap like I just killed to Lions Got this shit down to a science I can’t lose I’m too defiant She fuck me like I’m her client Unzip me girl while I’m driving She gon suck me for promo Ride that dick full throttle that’s pro bono I get way too caught up I just bought a pair of new condom for that ass Big ole bag of dollars My whole family solid bring more bottles I ain’t got no problems I just bought a brand new condo all with cash She gon suck me for promo Ride that dick full throttle that’s pro bono I get way too caught up I just bought a pair of new condom for that ass Big ole bag of dollars My whole family solid bring more bottles I ain’t got no problems I just bought a brand new condo all with cash After the seventh bottle we sever ties Seventeen thousand watching while you do it live You be whilin, so do I I don’t know the rules, I make em all mine So lovely how the money rain down on you Ain’t it funny how the honey keep a tip jar full? You do everything my ex girlfriend don’t do But it ain’t about you Came up elevator hella hater Almost got popped like Pac in Vegas Don’t fret danger just make her wet explain her I don’t understand fuck me for all her fans Suck me for my all bands No chance when I’m killing like Cam Doin my dance running man All In my livin’ room It was cool til a million 2 Now my mood not feeling you I know you feel misused Excuse to talk won’t do miss I won’t miss you You my number two I can’t run with you Gotta wife and the girl on the side Wit a grip like mine she cool let this shit slide Dry eyes lets just ride Got a pre roll smoke let’s get high To the sunset on the west side No test of mine I just testified Can catch all night then take flight When it’s out no stage fright Said love my type stretch windpipe Wasn’t for me would’ve been dyke You owe me a ring no thing Put one around her whole eye Obligation don’t hold I goals over hoes Money cash dough see I what I mean See how I be pimpin’ like c On B L A D’s Onto new lady You going too crazy Chances slimmer than 88 shady Hate me begging don’t phase me Bored can’t talk it no more Guess you just hitting the door

Woke up this morning Weed an breakfast on my mind Vaporize an find myself a peach I'm from California where Peaches grown on beaches and Marijuana legal and shirt gone, sexy on Like a mothafucka coming from Under the shade in the place where we lamp By the bar with the stars No sand on my sneaks so I park my car on the beach Keys, valet please while I valet my thing inside of Valerie She got a love jones I am a Jones That's Southside on my mama's side MISS I-S-S-I to the P-P-I , landing in the O-A-K Where they say that we go, hoes love pimp cause we Too $hort I stick by my statement Not even Doc Venkman can stop the ghost in the whip It's out of control Since the Coachella show So holla at 2Pacalypse ridin proper in the Impala chick Shonuff, I'm zonin, met her at Pier 39 Walkin tall, prints on Ocean Beach And I'll go, way down south where the palm trees sprout Girls talk sweet but they actin out with they assets out, ow Boardwalk, boarding These vans not jordans Comin from the land of the brickhouse boarded A dollar with a plan and a ticket to the ocean PCH coastin Now im on the sand and my hand on a fortune I had a Cadillac and the lac barely started Now I don't use keys when I enter my apartment But now we on Pacific Ave I got the gift of gab Na na na nah na nah these niggas talkin Sippin quavo in the process With different flavors I be coughing A billion women in a mosh pit Hood bitches, hipsters, Moraccans My homie told me to watch it This type of lifestyle get toxic, I know Woke up this morning Weed & breakfast on my mind Vaporize & find myself a peach I'm from California where Peaches grown on beaches and Marijuana legal and Shirt gone, sexy on

This make me feel like sum The real light, sun My appeal right, huh Slither downtown one time for the kid You the main course and I didn’t eat Simmer on down when you ring my line Act mannish when you need me Mainy gather your thoughts I don’t gather mine bitch, I’m me Gather your thoughts I don’t gather mine They used to tell tales bout our missions Oxtails in the kitchen When you whipping up me somethin, huh I been on the FaceTime, overtime iPhone locked, gimme head recognition, huh Gather your thoughts I don’t rather mine, bitch I’m me Gather your thoughts I don’t gather mine Girl, what type of time you on? Talk me into any petty crime you want You got my thoughts involved I been in your city plenty times before Confident nigga but I’m still humble Quit texting in my phone with them green bubbles Pit stops at the Harold’s when my stomach rumble Bitch slap a Karen if she talking we can all scuffle And this ain’t a Tesla boy it’s all muscle Haters say I’m flexing but it’s all hustle Spanish mami starting heating menudo Gave me head and her Hulu Chuck the duece and told me we a couple But you know that ya boy don’t like hand cuff Big spender flake on bitches like dandruff Clear intents like exposed campers I son niggas Fred Sanford Yeah chain hang diamonds yellow like a urine stain Aye got em pissed off day after day Driving fast like this car never came with brakes Do yourself a favor babe Drop the lame and get with game Gather your thoughts I don’t rather mine, bitch I’m me Gather your thoughts I don’t gather mine Girl, what type of time you on? Talk me into any petty crime you want You got my thoughts involved I been in your city plenty times before Heard mad shit over catfish Bout the stash in the mattress Front wit the store full of fabrics Feds can’t know how I’m established Interstate traffic funding my habits Keep a weapon close Niggas hit the doors they be jacking I had mad shit, home and a bad bitch Hit the Sco for the package Italian guy with the ice cream Icee no flavor though Hands full of rings keep it player though What you sayin’ no Liberace Chest naked sweating through Versace Gaudy like don’t give a fuck what it cost me If I got it you can have it Every since I put my niggas on gotta habit We like to stack cheese Go crazy on 580 whippin’ like granny in the kitchen Oxtails in the skillet on a fuckin’ mission Y’all dissin we ain’t trippin this the god edition Tried to told you but you didn’t listen Now you kneeled before the ring And tried to fuckin kiss it Y’all the shit I must’ve missed it You wasn’t down when we was splitting 8ths and backwoods I’m all good #Instrumental Gather your thoughts I don’t rather mine, bitch I’m me Gather your thoughts I don’t gather mine Girl, what type of time you on? Talk me into any petty crime you want You got my thoughts involved I been in your city plenty times before