[ Featuring Cardo Got Wings ]
Tired of all this motherf*ckin' talkin' shit
You niggas know who really do this shit
Quit playin' with me
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Drop top on a summer day, 40k, all cash (uh, uh)
Lookin' out the window of this jet (damn)
I know time'll pass
I used to f*ck with baby girl
But knew that it would never last (weird)
'Cause I be on some other shit (man)
On a whole 'nother planet
Goin' through these documents (numbers)
Shootin' like Stojakovic (uh)
Stones with the paperwork
I'm just bein' optimistic
I'm just bein' confident (man)
I just keep droppin' shit (man)
I just keep coppin' shit (uh)
I ain't gotta pop my shit
Bouncin' like a trampoline (man)
Hotter than some matches and some gasoline (uh, ayy)
Hotter than a mink in a thousand degrees
Summertime packin' the heat
This shit can get crazy
Nigga better stay on feet (yeah)
'Cause shit been changin'
Prices is higher, dollar is droppin' (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I count it precisely, I need the profit (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm feelin' like Malcolm, totin' a rifle (damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar (uh, 'preciate you)
Let's get this money, nigga
We ain't doin' no lil' shit
Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar
F*ck you talkin' 'bout?
Niggas out here crashin' out over the buns
Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar
Nigga, what's your R.O.i., nigga?
Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar
Shit gotta make sense, bitch
Bike seven miles, then back to the dollar (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Goddamn
Uh, sock it to me
Good job, ayy, ayy, ayy
Damn, good job
Sock it to me
Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, damn
