Peaches and Cream Video (MV)

When I get caught in the moment
I remember I am a star
If you thought anything different
Just remember i set that bar

If I had a mil-e-on dollars
I do not think it would go far
If I had a mill-e-on dollars
I'd still have my prius for car

I'm held for ransom
Know i'm looking hanson
Pull up and I pants em
Never get the chance um

40 in the coupe
Low mileage
Stache fleek
Just went to the stylist

Party in the back
I'm billy ray cyrus
Feeling like the tropics
Nosotras papayas

I got fire on the dash though
Find me at the bank when i'm pulling out a cash load
Going in pairs
Ice climbers, super smash bro's
Homie at the wheel
Going faster that the astros

Hey chino. why your voice like that
Is it singing is it rap
Throw the beat in, make it trap
That's a wrap
I'm just doing what i'm doing
Don't need opinions, that's just assuming

The beat goes harder than an avelanche
Got the ladies moving turn the track into baddie dance
I'm just talking like a rapper, chance
I could only tell by how they dressing hidden valley ranch

Got peaches and cream on the daily, yuh
You know I wear crocs til they pay me, yuh
You know I don't hear what they say to me, yuh
They call me splenda cuz I make it sweet

I make it sweet make it sweet make it sweet
I make it sweet make it sweet make it sweet

Gunna leave a trail like a pen do
You are jango fett i'm mace windu
Gunna land a punch on your chin soon
Looking like nobody can defend you

I'm all iced out I got the wrist flickin'
And when it all melts, make it wavy make you sea sick
Im the captain and youre gunna be the last pick
I am just a doggy teaching doggies all the old tricks

I don't mess with drugs. i'm all on seltzer water
But i'm laying down these verses ill you better call a doctor
Pull up with a stick, wave it round just like i'm harry potter
I'm makin knees weak they waddle like a little toddler

I'm bumping fire out the stereo
I do a magic trick, and disappear they be like "where'd he go"
My face hidden like a mask. i'm rey mysterious
And when I go to london they say i leave the crowd they scream like cheerio