[Intro:] Fresh outta that Back to the trap 808, y'll really want some more nigga?
[Hook:] Hey, I fuck her once, forget her I pull up in them setup Smoke kush, it make me feel better Your bitch choosin', just let her Your bitch choosin', just let her Your bitch choosin', just let her Your bitch choosin', just let her
[Verse 1:] Ugh, all that Kush, whole lotta cars Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta cash Whole lotta planes, whole lotta spice Whole lotta rooms, whole lotta pot And it ain't gonna stop
[Bridge:] My niggas got (all in) My niggas got (all in) My niggas came (up in here) My niggas came (up in here) Your niggas ain't (ballin') Your niggas ain't (ballin') That's why your bitch want (A real nigga to call in)
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[Verse 2:] Ugh, at me like a lighter in the wind Tryna find out where I'm going Your girl's figured out what I'm driving You're out on the town and your nigga don't know Rollin' up, tryna keep it on the low You ain't on Instragram taking pictures Tryna make the best of the moment Parents don't know when your boss might kill ya Many hoes so familiar One minute on the team, next minute they ain't withcha Like the ho from the Clippers Laid up watchin' movies in my bed in they slippers I got all this I got a crib with a court in the back, motherfucker I'm ballin' Kush conin', at the table taking shots and it's gone then As I called it (Your bitch want me, woah Aw man, shit, ey! 28 grams nigga) And my sweats cost more than your whole outfit Shit I got on, it ain't from the store Let her put it on while she rollin' Raw's Young Khalifa man, all on the walls