[Part I]

[Intro]

Sahara

Not again

I could use a blunt or two, I'm high as fuck (I'm high as fuck)

Everything I touch is gold, Midas touch (Midas touch)

Talkin' down on me, my shooter light him up (Light him up)

[Verse 1]

I just spent like two grand on these Dior pants

I can't even think about my life where I could be your man

I was off a tab, flyin' around I felt like Peter Pan

She think she the baddest human, pussy pink like Killa Cam

I can make it Girls Gone Wild, got it all on cam

I know I'ma lie to the judge if I'm on the stand

My new bitch from Dubai, she got straps she the Taliban

Crushed diamonds in my chain, turn this bitch into a avalanche

I just want a new McLaren, tryna drift into my driveway

We shut down the highway, I'ma do it my way

I'ma come up with my gang, whatever I get, I split it five ways

I got a bitch that do astrology, she said my future bright, ayy, huh

[Bridge]

I need some pure molly, uh

Money like "Gee, golly," uh

Talkin' down, you ain't 'bout it

I'm on good narcotics, uh

Make her move robotic, uh

That's not even her body, uh, yeah

[Verse 2]

Blowing on kush, I need me a nap

I'm too official, I need me an app

She blowin' my phone like, "Where are you at?"

I'm hitting that bitch like, "Give me a bat"

I'm cuttin' her off like, "Give me an axe"

Her attitude bad, she giving me sass

He sendin' them shots, I'm sending 'em back

It's still fuck 12, I'm spitting them facts

Last year, my nigga died on me

Last year, my bitch cried on me

Whole lot of niggas wanna lie on me

But can't nobody make ties with me

I beat that nigga and fade to black

One day, you gon' take me back

Hope that he don't make me mad

Red beam on his yankee hat

[Part II]

[Intro]

(Yeah)

[Verse]

Call me now, it's really urgent

Need a rug, make it Persian

They've been watching all my earnings

I been honest, I been earnest

My bitch bad, she need a Birkin

I should stop all of this splurgin'

She sellin' pussy like a merchant

She gon' shake it like she nervous

I just had to make a purchase

She ain't leaving 'til the morning

Tryna show me that she worth it

I don't care 'cause I ain't scoring

Too many hoes, too many foreigns

New V12, that shit roarin'

You can tell that I'm rollin'

I be high, I be soarin'

Don't be fuckin' up the motion

Babygirl, just be open

I just mixed this Codeine in this Fanta, making purple potion

I'm sippin' lean this MDMA gon' help me live in the moment

The LSD makes you question life, babygirl, don't it?