[Hook: Croosh]

I can't tell, tell me how, how you get that car?

I can't tell, cannot tell, who you really are

Got that bag, Louis V, you know that's not cheap

And that whip, custom seats, it's not even leased

I can never wife that girl, she way too LA

Ain't no telling what she do, just for shoes and fame

I can never wife that girl, she way too LA

Always in and out of 1 Oak every single day

[Verse 1: Croosh]

I know the truth, you want the status

Show these bitches you the baddest

Yeah, I know the truth, don't gotta hide it

Don't gotta keep that shit silent

Put up a front 'til I hit from the back

Now she addicted my dick is like crack

Uh-oh, uh-oh gotta get to the stacks

Uh-oh too late she already attached

My cousin said, "Stay away" and he was right though

Some of these thotties are psycho

She wanna check on my credit like FICO

I would not wife but i'd pipe though

Yeah, I keep that Trojan on me

Can't get a hold of my seed

I gotta keep an eye open

'Cause I do not know what these hoes see

[Hook: Croosh]

I can't tell, tell me how, how you get that car?

I can't tell, cannot tell, who you really are

Got that bag, Louis V, you know that's not cheap

And that whip, custom seats, it's not even leased

I can never wife that girl, she way too LA

Ain't no telling what she do, just for shoes and fake

I can never wife that girl, she way too LA

Always in and out of 1 Oak every single day

[Verse 2: Indica]

Nah-uh, no, no, no you are not the one

Strip club, downtown, spend like all my ones

All my ones, all for fun, fucking up my lungs

I'm too numb, can't you tell that I had enough?

I can't fade the fake now

Fuck up out my face now

Sip Ciroc and Ace now

Lie like to my face now

I know that's okay, ya

I know all these hoes

I know all these hoes

Why all these hoes? Why?

[Hook: Croosh]

I can't tell, tell me how, how you get that car?

I can't tell, cannot tell, who you really are

Got that bag, Louis V, you know that's not cheap

And that whip, custom seats, it's not even leased

I can never wife that girl, she way too LA

Ain't no telling what she do, just for shoes and fame

I can never wife that girl, she way too LA

Always in and out of 1 Oak every single day