Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
S**t
And I wish I could fly a jet with her, and have *** with her (s**t)
All the Instagram hoes in the world (the world)
Yeah my ***** the world, in the world (s**t)
I wish I could smoke a blunt with her and maybe **** with her
Be in the cut with somebody that won't run to my girl
No no, no no, don't tell my girl, uh, tell my girl, yeah
I said it's too much dough to be hurt, yeah
I don't know what I'm worth, yeah
I've been broke since my birth, yeah
Too much hoes in my search, yeah
I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah
I hope you grippin' what you love
'Cause they coming to steal your joy
How come every time we function, they tellin' us kill the noise?
Why the **** my baby mama keep sayin' I'm still a boy?
Find your bliss in the abyss and it prolly could fill the void
I'm sayin', boy, I ain't touch my ceiling
That's prolly from effort givin'
Searching for better livin', that s**t come from repetition
I feel I've been less efficient, I feel I'm too pressed for b*****s
Keep saying "F them ******," but still ain't address it with em'
You stressin' when it's
Too much dough to be hurt, yeah
I don't know what I'm worth, yeah
I've been broke since my birth, yeah
Too much hoes in my search, yeah
I sipped slow and got turnt, yeah
Now if your pockets been low and your s**t was all bad
Now your b*****s all mad, 'cause you gettin' to the bag
Put your hands up, yo yo
All my ****** put your hands up
Ladies, now if your beauty still glow and you got a dark past
And you know that you got class
Then go 'head and shake your ass
Put your hands up, ladies, all my ladies put your hands up