[Intro: Pollari]

Yeah

Neilaworld

(I feel like) Yeah

I feel like

I feel like [?] (Yeah)

Lukrative

[?], they mean it

[Chorus: Pollari]

I might pull up in a foreign, wanna race? ([?])

Oh, that's your bitch? She told me put it in her face (That bih like, that bih like, that bih like)

Boy, you're broke, I think you need some better taste (You is too broke, it be like)

I got the [?], they sittin' on my waist (Oh-whoa, waist, waist)

All these hoes on me, I gettin' why they hate (Gettin' why they hate)

I get money, no, I know they can't relate (They can't relate)

I might follow, baby, but I do not date (I do not date)

Nigga's bitches, need to stay off in they place (Off in they place)

[Verse 1: Pollari]

[?] top shotta, I pull up with the robba

These niggas sell a pound, smoke this nigga like a rasta

You know I got a lotta, you know I got a lotta (Lotta)

It's hot like in Nevada

Turn that [?]

All this brand new lean

She know what I mean (What I mean)

And I know (And I know) that you wanna be (Wanna be, wanna be)

With a nigga like me, come and join the team (Oh-whoa, whoa)

In that 'Vette, top speed

Baby, come and see (Oh-whoa), oh-whoa

[Bridge: David Shawty]

I know you know, like, when to go

I keep it few, I let her ho

That Gucci store, I love my toe

I put that clean, I kick it though

I tell that boy, "Get on the floor"

I need the cash, I need the dough

[Chorus: Pollari]

I might pull up in a foreign, wanna race? ([?])

Oh, that's your bitch? She told me put it in her face (That bih like, that bih like, that bih like)

Boy, you're broke, I think you need some better taste (You is too broke, it be like)

I got the [?], they sittin' on my waist (Oh-whoa, waist, waist)

All these hoes on me, I gettin' why they hate (Gettin' why they hate)

I get money, no, I know they can't relate (They can't relate)

I might follow, baby, but I do not date (I do not date)

Nigga's bitches, need to stay off in they place (Off in they place)

[Verse 2: David Shawty]

D-D-Different ass (Dave), she wanna trade (David)

Poker face, pussy up, ace of spades (Ah)

G-Granted, when she's on me, she's [?], you a lame (Let's go)

Head up in the clouds, not too much to say

I-I got dope, I-I got hoes, check my rate

He gon' talk lots of shit 'cause he can

Spill my drink on the floor, feed the ants

D-Do some evil shit, do my [?] (Let's go)

Posted up with Pollari, smokin' on my pack (Le's go, le's go)

I look at my bro and I don't gotta ask

This some wicked shit, I'm doin' arts and crafts

She said she wanted to leave that bitch on blast (D-David)

[Chorus: Pollari]

I might pull up in a foreign, wanna race? ([?])

Oh, that's your bitch? She told me put it in her face (That bih like, that bih like, that bih like)

Boy, you're broke, I think you need some better taste (You is too broke, it be like)

I got the [?], they sittin' on my waist (Oh-whoa, waist, waist)

All these hoes on me, I gettin' why they hate (Gettin' why they hate)

I get money, no, I know they can't relate (They can't relate)

I might follow, baby, but I do not date (I do not date)

Nigga's bitches, need to stay off in they place (Off in they place)