[Intro]

(Bass Kids, answer your motherfuckin' phone, nigga)

[Verse]

Drop the top, let her hair blow in the breeze

Hope you got your passport. I booked us trips overseas

Take my lil' baby shoppin', her wardrobe by the season

Oh, you ain't never had a lil' shoppin' spree in Neiman's?

'Fore we leave she gon' suck me all night like she teethin'

Flexin' on her old nigga, now he swear to God we beefin'

This shit go down any given Sunday, Willy Bean

Real Cash Money hot boy, my diamonds bling blingin'

Called the personal chef over, hе gon' whip us up some lamb chops

Cuddy pulled up, servеd me a pint up out a Lamb' chop

That's gon' be the last thing you see, you see this red dot

Black Cat 4s out the box, I got a dead stock

Switch the route up, send my lil' shorty, think the feds hot

Full of Tech, some more Sprite, look like Faygo red pop

And I got a lil' extra for you if he catch a headshot

And my bitch on my ass, she keep askin' when the med stop

I'm like Neo, love her 'cause she got her own runnin' game

Talked her shit, I never felt like this before

I don't know if it's the drugs or you done got me in my feelings

Mad at myself like, "Shit, why I ain't got a couple million?"

I need a mansion with hundreds stacked up through the ceilin'

I need generational wealth before a nigga chillin'

I ain't even tryna kick it with you if it ain't 'bout chicken

No offense, I'm just locked in, I got tunnel vision

They say elevation causes separation

I be smokin' 'Woods back-to- back 'cause I ain't got no patience

Hear that supercharger growlin', don't pull up and try to race me

Your bitch and her friends at the crib, they tryna rape me

I'm a real dirty glove bastard like Dre

Get the za's from LA, get the Cookie from the Bay (Brr)

Come from 'cross the border, it'll come to where you stay

The wops comin' from the Z, so tell me what you tryna pay