[Verse 1]

Gas in the ash tray

She do whatever i say

In everything have the final say

Cause i've got the pay

Tryna live

Let you stay

Mini shade

And a pillow case

Ain't tryna catch

Whatever the case

But your fine face

In that mini dress

I'm impressed

Good brain she profess

She the baddest chick

She want gold rings

And all the finest things

Get your mind right

Hand you the light

Tell you pass it around

Till it's vanish

If you're able

Can you handle it

My manage

You savage

I need that cabbage

Say you're tryna get carriage

So let's take a ride

And do passage

Be that good brain

Where the sun set

Pour another drink