Where da cash  at

I just pull up smoking dabs all in my math class

All these bitches hella fake and that be mad fax

I just swerve off with the gas I feel like mad max

Feel like mad max

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No i do not fuck with you

All these bitches hella fuckin

Fake thats what it do

I be stu i swear im tryna cook some food

I just pulled up and i swear im off the fuckin boof

I be with the homies but its still fuck a big group

I be up in honolulu ridin wit no roof

Yuh she chosen me no homie not chosen you

I be smokin fruit and yo bitch rub up on me too

And i swear to god that i dont fuck with no lames aye

Yuh she wear my chain but she

Just fuck for the fame aye

Yuh i pull up and i swear they all

Know my name aye

Yuh i got that drip i

Swear it look like a stain aye

All these bitches fuckin cap

I swear thats just fax aye

Bitches stab you in the back

But dont care bout that aye

Yuh i swear im smokin fat

I got me a sack aye

I be tryna count them racks

And travel the map aye

Where da cash at

I just pull up smoking dabs all in my math class

All these bitches hella fake and that be mad fax

I just swerve off with the gas i feel like mad max

Feel like mad max

(2x)