Hook:

Slabs to the face when I’m back at the heezy

Tryna slab in a caddy 4 door

Tryna get my hands on a stack of that cash paper chasing

Since a player had the Monte Carlo

Bouncing for the bills

Stuffing swishers w the kill

Ima get it how i live

Flip it all and make more

Baby we can chill

But we gotta split the bill

I ain’t tricking

I ain’t cuffing nothing but a bank roll

Verse::

Smoking slabs in the back of a slab

That’s a

That’s a Mood

That’s a

That’s a move

That

Chimney ivory

Driving the whole crew

We calico like the cat

Felines peeping the movement

Chop & screw this

Flavor LA to Houston

Cookies Seattle baked

Can’t even tell ya the strain

Ladies loving my thoughts

But hate when I ask for brain

Im straight when I’m kicking game

Your favorite chocolate

BA

Who got the kill

Sticky butter for real

Mixing shatter in sauces

Rosin to couch lock em

Clowning excessive coughing

Sweating and bout to vomit

Maybe you need to stop it

Dropping shitt on the carpet

Welcome to outer orbit

Walking on top of dreams

The empire of the sun

This planet was made for me

Black as the mirror screen

Loving the fact I’m free

Wanting nothing but green

Paper, credit & trees

HOOK