Damn her hair standin' up

She just wanna party though

She heard we be blowin' money

Turn it into particles

When we hit the fuckin' city

We gon' make the articles

Yeah, yeah

Catch me veerin' in the median

I'm in that brand new ghost

When I pull up to the club

You know the hoes gon' touch their toes

Countin' bills, fuckin' hoes simultaneous

That girl so spontaneous

And she give me cranium

I might pull up with a DVD

And DVD your ho

Catch me flyin' down the median

I'm blowin' fuckin' smoke

I might blow it out the gas

Means I'm blowin' out my nose

Yeah you know I let that money talk

That paper fuckin' spoke

Ayy, drop top Vipers, we get all our food to go

I might take the top up off that bitch

And put it on the floor

You can't see me in the spot

I'm higher than a UFO

I got bitches out in London

And got hoes in Tokyo, let's go

Every dog has his day

Sick 'em, sick 'em

Lil' nigga you can hate

Jig 'em, jig 'em

Hundred G's on the table

Flip 'em, flip 'em

Everybody ain't able

Drill 'em, drill 'em

Got a duplex with a crazy view

Throw the cash up, make her hula hoop

Pinkie ring on igloo

Backwoods crushin' grapefruit juice

Pull a 60 out the pouch like a kangaroo

Told y'all I wasn't fuckin' playin'

Say you love me, bitch, say it don't spray it

Blow the 50s layer by layer, yeah

Snuck backstage with no wristband

Tryna ride me like [?]

[?] tap dance

[?] middle man

Light head on my waist

Yeah I got good taste

I've been livin' on the edge

So I can't play it safe

Take a reality check

All of my niggas [?]

[?] jumbo jet