You gotta watch out where you rock 'cause shit get real. Drink too real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel. Gotta take a long drive up the hill. Gang too wavy, move like Navy Seals.
Ice on my neck (Yeah), flawless baguettes Hop off a jet, barely get rest. Cash through the month, I get a check (Check). Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest (Drip) Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess.
Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night. Sleep through day, then we play all through the late night (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh).
Bitch, close the door, there's shit on your nose (That coca). She said she want more, she said she want more. So I'ma get more, yeah, I'ma get more.
