[Chrous]

I could give you this or I could give you that

I could give you this or I could give you that

This shit automatic, this shit automatic

This shit automatic yea, yea

(Automatic yea)

[Verse]

Ooo, I feel born again

When she play my song again

She turned me on again

Such is life for mortal men

Had to take a minute sit back, and just work on myself

Almost gave up smoking weed but it's too good for my health

Every day I'm in the lab just like a scientist

Peep the regimen you'll say it's so inspiring

I got these abs off eating rappers, I ain’t dieting

You selling pussy, or is it free girl, I'm inquiring

Yea it's killa y'all can't fuck with me

Finite but I flow infinitely

Gas pack stay packed like a gypsy

First time I hit, that thang was all grippy

Now it hang loose, like Hawaiians in the sixties

Call me the goat, but don't call me literally

Less you the fam, or a man with a plan

To make at least ten bands

No Diddy, no dance

Gad damn I go ham, God got me both hands

Try to box with the champ, get rocked like land

Greenhouse fees, now I'm talking bout land

Grew my first key, the locksmith got canned

So much cabbage growing, I'ma need a ranch

That's yellow stones for my yellow gold

They gon bite the mold, like a Tyson hold

Got game for sale, but won't sell my soul

[Chrous]

I could give you this or I could give you that

I could give you this or I could give you that

This shit automatic, this shit automatic

This shit automatic yea, yea

(Automatic yea)

[Verse]

Yea it's automatic, ain't no practice I just activate

Money calls, I activate, if she thick I activate

Yea the whip is automatic, but I keep a stick for smoke and hate

So keep your distance before that second hand leaves you incapacitated

She could be a centerfold, but I treat her like a stash away

She said I ask for too much head, bitch I'm decapitated

If ain't bout stacking guap, don't ask me, I don't have a statement

I be dropping gems, my steeze so clean, you would think it's laminated

[Verse]

See we got flow for days

See we got sauce for days

See me and Pimp go back

See we both from around the way

See this here’s overlooked

And you bitches is overpaid

And I been in the house all-day

Just letting records play and play and play and play

And play and play

See the thing is we don’t play

This on my life all-day

This for the love OK?

See from that I won’t stray

See the path right clear through haze

See now I meditate, I marinate

To God I pray

[Chrous]

I could give you this or I could give you that

I could give you this or I could give you that

This shit automatic, this shit automatic

This shit automatic yea, yea

(Automatic yea)