COULTURE - Intellectual

[Intro]

No...

Go...

Y'ain't my hoe

I ain't your bro

I'm feeling slow

Losing control, ho

When you alone

You let me know

You pour your heart

Hmm, I'll pour the four (Woo-woo)

[Verse 1]

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah, you talking, you talking too much, uh

Now look at my pockets, they buss

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah (Uhhh...)

I'm calling my friends, I'm calling my foes

I tell 'em to stay in their lane

Can't handle the heat

I tell 'em to stay out the kitchen and stand in the rain

We went from the Range to the Porsche

But fuck it man now it's a Bentley Mulsanne

It ain't much on my mind

All I think about money, the sex, the drugs and the fame

(Drugs and the fame, drugs and the fame) Yeah...

It ain't much on my mind

All I think about money, the sex, I been going insame

Whip around in a Rari, I'm bussin' the engine

The stallion ain't easy to tame

Huh, welcome to London, my brudda talk round with a bat

And I walk with a blade

Woah...

Go...

[Bridge]

Hmm, let the car go zoom, mm

Heading straight to the moon, mm

Why you go so soon, so soon?

Hmm, let the car go zoom, mm

Heading straight to the moon, mm

Why you go so soon, so soon?

[Verse 2]

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah, we love getting high, the Cali weed strong

I can smell it through the bubble wrap

Yeah (yeah)

Yeah, my brudda might pick up the phone

But Coults is the one that be making the orders now

I'm calling my friends, I'm calling my foes

I tell 'em to stay in their lane

Can't handle the heat

I tell 'em to stay out the kitchen and stand in the rain

We went from the Range to the Porsche

But fuck it man now it's a Bentley Mulsanne

It ain't much on my mind

All I think about money, the sex, the drugs and the fame

Huh...

Huh... (Going insane)

Huh, huh, huh

Hm, hmm...