Alright - Intellectual

[Intro]

Turn me up (Phew), turn me up, Chris (Mr. Fuckin' Groovy)

(Phew) Know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin'? (Mr. Groovy)

Chris and the boys, but I ain't sippin' no Tris, nigga

Good Quagen, nigga, got a PT on me right now, nigga, Wockhardt, baby, nigga, yeah

Yeah, American Airlines ho (Ho), Spirit-ass bitch (Stupid)

I'm pourin' fours, she touch her toes, I love that ratchet shit (Pourin' fours)

Use a bitch as decoy, sneak by security with the blick (Sneakin')

I ain't pour in six hours, nigga, I got an itch (Mr. Fuckin' Groovy)

These young niggas rockin' Amiris, they'll walk you down, I ain't gotta pay for that (Walk you down)

You come around talkin' cash shit, but he just bumpin' his gums

All these niggas know is ride waves, but I made one (Know it)

All these niggas know is Rod Waves like a sad song

Please play it cool, my temper short, but my cash long (Please, short, please)

Pickin' this bitch up, Maybach seats she sit her ass on

Nigga, I poured an eighth today, that's like three thousand talkin'

I got thirty ways of transportation, bitch, I'm barely walkin' ('Crete)

Bitch, I'm DC, want me to wife her, she chasin' dreams often ('Crete)

Codeine, protein, I don't see no difference when I'm talkin' (Motherfuckin' 'Crete)

Tired of Instagram hoes, fuck around and give up my login (Tired, tired)

Yes, you always see me with a cup, but when have you seen me coughin'? (Damn)

I used to rob niggas, now I'm in clubs where white people go (Used to)

Fifty-nine niggas, sixty deep, walkin' in your office (Damn)

Get a bev', then make it saucy, get a nigga whacked for a PSP (Yeah)

Askin' me to match a deuce, why would you embarrass me? (Stop it)

Stay your pussy ass out the kitchen if you can't take the heat (You know)

This the wrong place to go fishin', fuck around, meet the leash (Know it)

Nigga, I gotta stay ten toes in the name of Reese (Ten toes)

Camo!, Draft Day, Boat, and me, I ain't bein' no plus-three (Motherfuckin' 'Crete)

I can bring a nigga career back like the Hummer V (Homage)

Look inside my earlobes, them bitches sixty-plus each (And he fuckin' bought 'em)

Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch)

Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch, rich, bitch, bitch)

Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch)

Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch, rich, bitch, bitch)

Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch)

Alright, alright, alright, alright (Bitch, bitch, rich, bitch, bitch)