[Verse: Night Lovell] Cash lay beside me, Trees all around me Got this white bitch like Versace Hot as fuck off that Wasabi Shawty wanna call me Call me say I'm Papi Meet you in that fucking lobby Come with bags and bags of Tommy Climb in the back of my motherfucking Jeep Take you places Take you straight into the jungle fuck the scene Never sleep, never keep, keep that shit thats fucking cheap When I see that I know damn well that you playing [?] That's fake shit, break, back, lay, black, k 'Bout 300 thousand things from you that I won't ever take 'Bout 300 thousand things that you won't ever fucking make Walk on back to see That you ain't never shit for goodness sake Black match, Baby Blue bulletproof glass Ya'll niggas dumb as fuck can't you see it's over looked I'ma wait till the mothafuckin' summer Got your bitch and shit so here's here mothafucking number Stupid nigga lies to me Told you not to turn your mothafucking back to me Don't talk back to me Who are you to say that I ain't fucking with this money Bitch I do this shit alone, call me the black Mahatma Gandhi