[Hook]
Hey Mr. Fred, we almost dead
Make this bread or make your bed
Take this ride or take this wheel
Take your time or take this pill
[Verse 1]
I’m hoppin’ out the casket, cocaine on my glasses
Some all white buffies that I picked up on my last trip
Them n*ggas is yaggin’, too much into fashion
My body guard a beast, and if you reach then he spazzin’
That rat-tat-tat action, them lights, camera
I’m like the Dodge dealership, I got a lot of challengers
Damn this sh*t remind me of my dogs
I was on a paper mission, get it all
Marriani to the drawers, what’s up?
I went to school but never went to school ‘cause I was busy on tour
‘Cause where we live a n*gga only as good as his credit card score
A-1, I shipped a box of them new iPhones straight to my home
Two to my dome, can’t feel my eyes
Can’t feel my bones, you not alone
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
When I seen it, I want it, I need it
Unlimited Visas, my heart in the freezer
I’m on it, you n*ggas is lacking
Napping, you loafing, you lacking the focus
My Spanish b*tch that I’m with
I’m smashing, I’m stroking, with passion, devotion
That money come, and that money stay
If you f*ck her good, she won’t run away
I’m golded up like Gabby Douglas
My necklace, chasing the sun away
My old n*ggas still Caddy truckin’
I’mma wait for that Aston truck
My Boonie hittas is savage, bruh
Get jammed out in that traffic, cuz
I’m cashin’ out and I’m stackin’ up
Your girl pus*y is trash as f*ck
I never talk sh*t about a teammate
We goin’ Bobby for a pocket full of green face
When I die I’ll be reborn with a clean slate
And RIP to the weed that we cremate
[Hook]